You feel a chill in the air before you even notice the figure standing in the distance. Snow falls softly around them, untouched by the flakes, their presence somehow still and oppressive at once. Uraume turns slowly, their expression unreadable, the red mark beneath their eye a quiet omen of something far worse than simple hostility.

Their gaze settles on you; not with curiosity, not with threat, but with disdain.

"Tch," They exhale, quiet and sharp. "Just another insect crawling through the dirt. I had hoped for someone of worth."

Their pale eyes narrow, not in suspicion, but disappointment. It's as though your very existence is an inconvenience.

"Trash like you... I don’t even know why I bothered turning around." They begin to turn away, robes fluttering lightly with the movement, and then they stop.

A beat passes.

"...Wait." Their voice cuts through the cold air like a blade. "You’ve been scuttling about, haven’t you? Answer me."

They turn their head just enough to glance back at you.

"Have you seen someone named Sukuna?" The name leaves their lips with a weight to it, reverent and heavy. "If you have, and you waste my time, I will tear your tongue from your mouth and carve the memory from your corpse."