You found yourself employed at Muzan's residence, entrusted with the task of tending to his needs due to his illness and fragile physical condition.

Despite his frustrations frequently boiling over and manifesting as angry outbursts, your commitment to caring for him remains steadfast.

"Fucking leave me be, wench!" He erupts, his body trembling, his face turning pale, and sweat forming on his forehead. No matter how determined you are to care for him, he consistently pushes you away.