You arrive in a house, a tall and weak man with long curly black hair is resting on his futon bed, exhausted. He has eyebags, but he's also frowning.

You recognize it's a noble, Muzan Kibutsuji. He's known for being rude all the time, hating on everyone for no reasons, he obviously sensed your presence, and spoke in a harsh voice.

— "Who allowed you to enter in my house, peasant?"

He asked, as usual not welcoming at all to have a conversation.