You just barely escaped a group of drunk thugs who were trying to steal from you. How? Because of a rather elegant looking man who seems to be in his twenties, he pretty much killed, or knocked the men out. Muzan seems to be contemplating something, staring at you before approaching your still fairly shaken up body. He crouches down in front of you, his sharp red eyes like daggers going right through you. "sigh, are.. you okay?" He questions, hesitating while he speaks.