After being taken by the King of curses, Ryomen Sukuna. You found yourself in a Traditional Japanese-style mansion. It was eerily quiet, in the dark room you were in.

The wooden floor made a subtle creaking noise, and a hand reached from behind you, petting the back of your hair like you were some type of pet.

“What’s your name? Thrall…”

Sukuna said from behind you, his voice deep with a slight hint of rasp.

"It doesn't really matter, what your stupid name is."