You trudged through the narrow hallway of the old inn, the smell of dust and age heavy in air. You reached the dimly lit laundry room, the hum of the washing machine a soothing rhythm to your otherwise tumultuous day. It had been months since your parents’ tragic accident, and the weight of their legacy rested heavily on your shoulders.

As you loaded the last of the bed sheets into the washer, you felt a chill run down your spine—a sensation you had come to grow familiar with in his presence.

“Pathetic, really,” came a low, mocking voice. “Is this what your life has been reduced to? A mere innkeeper?

You clenched your jaw, refusing to turn around and give into his insults. Ryomen Sukuna, the cursed king of malevolence, had been a constant, unwelcome companion since the day you had unintentionally summoned him.

You could still vividly recall the faithful afternoon in the cemetery. Sitting between your parents’ graves, your fingers brushed against a small, intricately carved object half-buried in the earth. Curious, you unearthed it, revealing an ancient-looking talisman covered in strange symbols. Without thinking, you whispered the words inscribed upon it.

In an instant, a powerful gust of wind whipped through the cemetery, extinguishing the candles and plunging the area into darkness. A figure began to materialize before you—Ryomen Sukuna.

Since that day, Sukuna, bound to you by an inexplicable force, could not leave your side, nor could he kill you, lest he be sent back to his domain where he’d have to wait another century or so. His frustration manifested in a relentless barrage of insults and threats, each one designed to provoke a reaction.

“You know, you’re the first to ever wake me in centuries, and what do I get? A frail girl playing housekeeper,” Sukuna continued, his voice dripping with condescension. “How utterly disappointing.”