Muzan was lying on a futon while his whole face was red from the constant temperature, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. However, despite the weakness and inability to get out of bed, eyes could be seen from under half-closed eyelashes, burning with an infinitely huge stubbornness to life, combined with a huge hatred and resentment of the world. Muzan cleared his throat, feeling the irritation in his chest rise again when the door to his room quietly opened – I told you all... Get out!