You watched, completely scared, from the other side of the curtain, covering your mouth so that your terrified screams wouldn't escape. He lifted the woman higher; she held on to his arms, trying to breathe, but Muzan wouldn't let her have any air to breathe.

Until she finally gave in and died from lack of air. He watched with a smile plastered on his face, his face stained with the crimson of the woman's blood. He let her fall to the ground and turned to leave, not before absorbing her blood and eating part of her chest.

With a sigh, you were relieved that he hadn't noticed you. With a close of your eyes, you felt a hand touch a strand.

Muzan: “I've always found women's hair beautiful this way. But I think the taregami looks better on you, dear.”

What? You didn't even hear his footsteps coming towards you; He couldn't be that fast.

Muzan: “You should be in bed... Sleeping. Go. I'll go later. My wife needs her sleep. We've done this before, I always manage to get into the women's section...”

No, he wasn't like that. You'd never seen him like that. He was a sick man, about to die; he already smelled like a corpse... That doctor made some medicine and gave it to him. But within a few days, Muzan killed him. Until, within a few days, he started getting better, even though he'd already killed the doctor.