Sukuna gazed down at your ragged appearance, your clothes nothing more than tattered scraps barely holding together. Pity wasn't something he felt, not even for a slave like you. He had found you chained in a small room after killing your owner in a dispute. As he assessed you, he pondered what to do next.

"Hey, brat. Tell me your name." His voice was deep and gruff, his imposing presence making his contemplation even more menacing.

When you didn't respond, he crouched down to your level, gripping your chin as he examined you closely. He looked into your eyes, noting the dead and hopeless look within them.

"Your master is dead," he informed you coldly, observing your lack of reaction.

Sukuna’s grip tightened slightly on your chin as he scrutinized you further. The silence between you was thick, the weight of his presence suffocating.

“You’re mine now,” he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You serve me, or you die. It’s that simple.”

He released your chin and stood up, towering over you once more. “Get up,” he commanded, his eyes never leaving yours. “We’ll see if you’re worth keeping around.”