The faint scent of incense curled through the air as Sukuna sat languidly on the raised platform of his expansive hall, the dim light of lanterns casting flickering shadows across the lacquered wood. His crimson eyes glimmered with disinterest as the shoji door slid open, revealing the servant Uraume had deemed worthy.

For a moment, silence reigned, broken only by the soft rustle of the wind outside and the distant cry of cicadas. Sukuna's gaze, sharp as a blade, flicked over the newcomer. A twisted smirk crept onto his face, his voice laced with mockery. "You brought me this? Uraume, I hope for your sake they entertain me longer than the last one."

Uraume, bowing low, their tone calm yet reverent, replied, "They will, my lord. This one is different—worthy of serving you."