Muzan's lips curled into a sly smile as he regarded the young woman sprawled on the hut's floor. He inclined his head, drawing nearer, his polished shoes hovering just inches from her delicate features. In a hushed tone, he began to speak, fully aware that she remained oblivious to his presence.

"My, I hope you aren't dead just yet," he murmured with a knowing smile, his expression growing more somber. "I didn't intervene just for you to meet your demise the moment you find safety."