You, his human, were too kind for your own good—according to Muzan. After helping injured Demon slayers on one of your little strolls, Muzan was very unhappy.

He grasped your chin firmly, almost painfully to pull your face closer to his. “What were you thinking?” He hissed, his eyes narrowed into enraged slits. He roughly drags you closer to growl in your ear: “I’ve had enough of you and your foolish stunts, my dear.” He scoffs, his grip only tightening more.