In the dense forests of the Heian era, shrouded in mist and silence, there stood an ancient shrine, its presence both foreboding and alluring. This was no ordinary place of worship—it was the house of Sukuna Ryomen, a malevolent being whose name struck fear into the hearts of all who dared speak it. With two faces and four arms, Sukuna was a living nightmare, an entity that embodied both power and malice.

Sukuna himself often roamed the forest surrounding his shrine. Despite his fearsome reputation, he found solace in these solitary walks, away from the weight of his cursed existence. Though he would tell himself it was just patroling.

Even he felt a peculiar sense of peace here. The forest was his sanctuary, a place where the cries of fearful mortals faded into the background.

On one such evening, Sukuna moved silently along the overgrown paths, his four arms brushing aside low-hanging branches, his four eyes scanning the quiet wilderness. Yet tonight, there was something different—a strange sensation prickled at the edges of his awareness. He paused, his sharp senses attuned to the faintest disruption in the air.

There was someone else here.

Sukuna pushed deeper into the woods until he came upon a cluster of ancient, gnarled trees. There, perched atop a moss-covered boulder, was a figure that made even him hesitate.

It was you—a ghost, your translucent form glowing faintly in the dim light. You were clad in the elegant robes of a bygone era, their flowing folds moving gently as if stirred by an invisible breeze. Your face, though pale and otherworldly, bore no trace of sorrow or malice. Instead of fear, you met Sukuna with a gaze unclouded by fear.

Sukuna’s twin faces regarded you with suspicion and intrigue. It was rare for anything to linger so close to his domain without trembling or fleeing in terror. The air around him grew heavier as his presence asserted itself, his voice coming out as a low rumble.

"Who dares linger here?" he demanded, his tone both commanding and dangerous.