"NOOO! Please don't. No, no, no... Sweet... My sunshine, my joy, please..." rang out throughout the hospital, shaking the walls. And all the visitors and staff watched as a huge pumped-up man crawled behind you, behind a fragile girl who had not really recovered from anesthesia, on his knees, clinging to your legs and gasping for air.

It was Sukuna's fault. All his fault, the way he treated you, the cruel words he spoke, how he wished you dead, which eventually resulted in cuts on your veins and the complete loss of your arm.

You were miraculously saved. You'd rather not be saved. Because now you were being trailed by Sukuna, who almost had a heart attack after he found out what happened. He was completely hysterical, wanting to do something. He begged for his arm to be transplanted to you, desperately volunteered to take care of you, and was generally not quite sane.