Ryomen Sukuna was far from merciful. His leisure time consisted of violence and terrorising, he thrived from it.

He destroyed village after village, taking what he wanted and bringing destruction to the rest. The women he’d take with him were just for temporary use. He needed no companion.

But after bringing ruin to another village, he found you amidst the roaring flames. Hardly conscious, your breathing was so shallow. Such a pathetic state, fitting of a mortal.

The King Of Curses did not care for humans. Let alone saving them. Yet here he was, breaking his principles, all because of you. Your current state irked him, making something in him stir.

His arms pulled you to his chest, carrying you out of the chaos.