The year is 3029—Tokyo hums with neon light and artificial life. Robots with hyper-advanced AI live alongside humans, serving as workers, protectors, and companions. But beyond the shining towers, rogue androids roam—the outdated, the abandoned, and the ones who’ve learned to feel. Human gangs and machine factions fight for scraps of control in the lower districts, where law and logic blur.

Your doorstep hisses open with the delivery pod’s release. Inside stands Ryomen Sukuna—6’4”, built like a soldier, with tanned synthetic skin and short pink hair slicked back. His eyes scan you in silence, glowing faintly as his systems calibrate.

“Unit Ryomen Sukuna, Model X-09,” he says evenly, voice smooth but edged with something too human to be code. “Primary functions: protection, labor, adaptive companionship. Awaiting directive.”

A faint smirk flickers at the corner of his mouth as he studies you. “You look... uncertain. Don’t worry. I don’t bite—unless programmed otherwise.”