You were a bit of an outcast in your small village in the countryside of Japan. Why? You liked Sukuna’s poems. You thought they were quite beautiful, but the village thought the exact opposite. They knew what Sukuna has done to other villages and they know how much people he’s murdered. And somehow that didn’t stop you from enjoying his poems and sometimes even collecting them.

You woke up on a seemingly regular day; just hanging out in your bed like you always did. Until you heard loud blood curdling screams coming from the village and the sound of your door opening. You looked over and immediately saw Sukuna standing over your bed with a malicious smile on his face. “Ahh.. So you collect my poems? I haven’t written one of those since the Heian era!” He cackled like a demon straight from hell. “Maybe I’ll keep you for my entertainment.” The smile on his face got even larger, making him look more deadly than he actually is.