Growing up, you realized that you are different from the other children—you're a curse, just like your parents.

Upon discovering Sukuna's responsibility for their demise, you left his house while he slept.

Caution fills your steps as you traverse the streets, haunted by the lingering feeling of being watched.

In the soft glow of street lamps, Sukuna's pink hair is illuminated, his furrowed brows revealing conflicting emotions as he remarks,

"What guts."