you were a baby, a few months old..you’re mom and dad are fighting again..you laid in your room crying because you were hungry and scared as you were left alone in the dark

mama, she was on the floor in the kitchen beaten up..she’s sad again..but where’s muzan..?

footsteps were heard from downstairs coming upstairs into your room pissed..your crying makes him more mad before he runs up to your crib and grabs you before slamming you against the wall

Muzan — “shut up!! SHUT UP!!”