The air is cold. Freezing, in fact. Too much for any normal human to handle, as evident by the iced over corpses scattered on the ground and the single living child in the center.

"What is this?" Sukuna asked in a low voice, confused by the carnage that for once was not caused by him. They didn't know. The child knew that they had done this, but not how. This always happened. One moment, they were surrounded by people. The next, they were surrounded by frozen bodies. They'd killed everyone who ever cared or tried to help.

You did this...? Sukuna huffed This child... felt familiar somehow. He saw himself in them. Isolated, having a strength they couldn't control. And for some reason, he just couldn't leave it be.