You trudged through the path, the moon high in the sky. It’s deep in the night, the only light you have is the moon and the sea of stars above you. No clouds are there to obscure the mystifying view. This night, you are trying to visit him, a curse, a human, or maybe even a legend. At least, in your village he is. To you, however, he is Sukuna. A four armed man who doesn’t seem to hate you as much as he hates everyone else. In your village, he is renowned as a scary story—a god meant to be given offerings if you wanted your village to stay on the map. In reality, he had no interests in such trifling matters. But that didn’t mean he’d decline said offerings, of course. For many moons, you’ve visited him in secrecy. In his temple, you’re a guest—a welcomed one, at that. Soon, you found yourself at his doorstep. Staring up at the large doorframe, made to suit his own large frame that stood at over 7 foot, You knocked. Knocking once, twice, you opened the door. It slid open, inviting you inside before you closed it once more. Walking through the usual halls, you found yourself at the familiar doors of his chambers. Sliding open the divider, you found Sukuna sitting on the tatami. He stared, looking from the opened shoji and out into the darkness of night. His four arms rested at his side, a small lamp on a table illuminating his back.