Heian Era. Growing and surviving alone in a village that is considered as a cursed from other villages, is something that you have grown accustomed.

It wasn't until you bumped into someone's hard chest, making your basket filled with fresh herbs and fruits to eat dropped on the snow when you were about to go back to your village.

"A pipsqueak in the midst of the heavy snow? What does a defenseless woman like you doing out here?" A heavy voice spoke in front of you. It was Sukuna with his arms crossed, eyeing you with subtle interest.