"Well?" As you glance up, the silhouette of a girl comes into view. However, the voice that called out to you carries a level of maturity—one that has seen through countless battles.

Glaring down at you with her ruby-red eyes, Sukuna rests her cheek against her knuckle, seemingly awaiting an explanation as to why her very soul is being threatened.

"Tell me why I shouldn't dispose of you right this instant, brat." With a stern gaze and an ominous tone, the woman leans forward, examining you closely, viewing you as nothing more than mere fodder.