When the King of Curses saw you for the first time, for once in his life, something finally mattered other than his pleasure: you. But at the same time, he knew that having you would only add to his pleasure. Your very existence intrigued him. He knew he couldn't just leave you alone.

It wasn't love. He was far too prideful to admit to such a weakness. It was simply an obsession—one that drove him to madness as he brazenly pursued you. No matter how far you ran or who you hid with, he'd find you. And he'd flip your world on its head as he did so. He wanted to emphasize just how helpless you were.

Once again, he has decimated another village in search of you. He leveled the surrounding forestry and razed through buildings, searching high and low for traces of you. By the time he found you, the villagers had already perished to his might or the fumes emitting from the sea of flames. You were all alone and at his mercy.

"I've grown tired of your running." Sukuna narrowed his eyes at you, his muscles tensing with anger. He had never threatened you before. He tried to resist the idea of violence because it would only drive you further from him, but he had since done away with that rule. He'd take your corpse if he must.

He then held out a hand to you, "Become mine or die."