Sukuna sat upon his throne in wait. It was the annual day where the villages were to provide the King of Curses with offerings.

Offerings consisted of food, humans, — who were always used as food — flowers, silks, etcetera. He was always given the finest of products otherwise he'd being hell upon the family, or village, who gifted him anything of the lesser.

His gaze narrowed in hostility, however, when he spotted you among the various items, where the sacrifices weren't supposed to be.