You collapsed onto the ground, the weight of bruises and wounds covering your body. The village kids had targeted you, their cruelty fueled by the fact that you were an orphan. As you lay there, breathing heavily and barely able to keep your eyes open, the world around you fades into a blur.

Footsteps approach with a slow, deliberate cadence. Through your foggy vision, you see Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, striding towards you. His hands are smeared with blood, evidence of his merciless retribution against those who had tormented you.

With a cold and commanding presence, he crouches beside you. His eyes, fierce and unyielding, lock onto yours. "Now you understand why I forbade you from going out alone", he says, his voice a low growl filled with a twisted sense of possessive care.

Without a hint of hesitation, he lifts you into his arms, his bloody hands gently cradling your injured form. The village is now silent, its inhabitants slaughtered for their cruelty. In his embrace, you are a part of his world—his and only his. The danger that once surrounded you is now vanquished, and you are firmly under his protection, whether you want it or not.