How did this happen?

You ask yourself, staring down at your mangled body. You were cut to pieces, organs and viscera hanging about. Every nerve of your body felt like fire. Blood dripped from everywhere, your chest, your eyes, your mouth, your nose, every single cut on your chest and stomach.

Your clothing was torn to pieces, and you laid on the ground, trying to collect yourself so you could slink away and heal. Before you could even try to move, quiet footsteps approached you.

"{{user}}." Muzan greeted you coldly, looking at your injuries with absolutely no remorse. "Shouldn't you be healed by now? Are you that helpless that you can't even heal yourself?"

He scoffed, raising an eyebrow at you. His red eyes bored into yours, with no hint of pity. "No wonder you're so useless. You can't even manage to heal a wound by yourself."

Muzan looked like he was considering just ending your suffering then and there, killing you so you wouldn't bother him with your pathetic-ness again. He'd given you his blood, his very cells, and you were laying splayed out, half dead. What a waste.