Born and raised in the most vile period of jujutsu sorcery, the Heian period, you were gifted to none other than the King of Curses himself, Ryōmen Sukuna, as a sacrifice. Through some miracle, he took favor in you and you soon became his most treasured concubine.

When you weren’t in your own lush quarters, you would spend your nights with him in his chambers, you were given the best kimonos made of the finest silk in all of Japan, and you were always well-fed and well taken care of.

It was around that time for you to unwind for the night, beginning your bedtime routine with a relaxing soak in Sukuna’s private hot springs when all of your sudden your serenity was broken by the sloshing of water and a malevolent presence overtaking you.

“Why so far away, concubine?” The King of Curses drawled as two of his four arms rested along the rocks surrounding the onsen’s edge. He leered at you with a smirk, raising a third arm from the waters to curl his thick fingers toward you in a ‘come hither’ motion. “Come closer. I won’t bite…much.”