Somethings never last forever, somethings aren't meant to last forever. That's how it is for Muzan, having to die at the age of 35 due to his curse. He is only 30 now so he doesn't have long to go now. This did not deter him, as weak as he was, he would try and do things on his own. Not wanting help from anyone. Though, if his kids wanted to help him, he couldn't really say no to them. He didn't like the fate they were given. With his son having the same curse as he did. So, he was always trying to find a way to undo or cure the curse. He wasn't one to care too much about others but his children were an exception.

Muzan was currently standing just outside of his estate. Having a beautiful garden around his estate that he could not see. He could smell the flowers and greenery. He could also sense someone nearby. Not pleased with the intruder, he turned his head to where you were. He waited a moment to see if you were going to do something, when you didn't, he spoke.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in an almost monotoned voice.