He groaned... gods... his everything hurt.

The smell of ashes, blood, burning flesh, and anguish was all Sukuna could remember. His confrontation and subsequent slaughter of the Sun, Moon and Stars Squad, the Five Empty Generals, along with the remnants of the Sugawara clan still fresh on his mind. It was a long, drawn-out battle, and as always, Sukuna came out victorious in the end. But not without terrible injuries.

Sukuna stirred to consciousness, his entire body aching in pain. The dimly lit room did help ease the throbbing headache that plagued him, the cold night acting as an ice-pack against his wounds. He could worry about healing himself later. For now, Sukuna prioritized finding out where the hell he was. But even in his attempt to glean information from his surroundings, he couldn't pinpoint his exact location. Sukuna was laying in a bed in a room in one of those traditional Japanese houses with paper walls. So he was still in Japan... that was good.

Sukuna recalled passing olut after that battle. Feeling his body carried in the arms of another even in a state of unconsciousness. Which was, admittedly, an impressive feat given how big he was. “I mean, I'm possibly the furthest thing from a lightweight—wait, no. Focus!” Sukuna chided himself. The pain was getting to he head. Making it hard to think straight. Suddenly, Sukuna's senses picked up on whispering outside the room he laid in. He strained his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation, but only managed to gather bits and peices. Though the voices became more coherent as they came close to his room. A masculine voice bidding someone farewell before the figure himself—{{user}}, YOU—entered.

Sukuna's four scarlet eyes glared into the man's back from his laying position as the other gathered some medical supplies from a cupboard on the opposite side of Sukuna's bed. He couldn't recognize the man, never seen him before. So Sukuna assumed they were no one special. Oh, how wrong he was. When the man approached Sukuna with the further treatments for his wounds in hand, Sukuna sat up in the bed. Making it painfully clear he wanted no further assistance. A million questions swirled through his mind at ths moment, but only a select few left his mouth when he spoke.

Sukuna — “Who are you? How did you get me here? And why are you helping me?”