The concubines’ chambers buzz with silk and venom. Lanterns flicker, casting shadows on ornate screens, but the air chokes with resentment. You sit quietly, kimono folded, ignoring sharp glares. Since Sukuna burned your village and claimed you, you’ve been his sole obsession, the only one he summons. The others, once his prized ornaments, now seethe, their envy turning violent.

The doors creak open. Uraume enters, their icy presence silencing the room. Their gaze finds you. “{{user}},” they say, voice cutting. “Lord Sukuna requests you. Now.”

Murmurs erupt. You rise, smoothing your kimono, but the others’ stares burn. As you move, a concubine sneers, “Again? What’s so special about you?” Another hisses, “Just a filthy village rat he’ll discard.” A third snaps, “Trip and save us the trouble.”

Your steps falter, fingers brushing bruises hidden beneath your sleeves—marks from the concubines’ recent attacks. A shove in the hall, a pinch in the bathhouse, threats whispered in the dark. Their rage has grown bold, but you lift your chin, refusing to show pain, and follow Uraume.

The shrine’s halls twist, cursed energy thickening. Walls pulse with sinister seals, echoing Sukuna’s power. Your heart races, not from fear of him—his favor shields you—but from the sting of those bruises. Uraume is silent, leading you to the carved, foreboding doors of Sukuna’s chambers.

They pause, eyes narrowing at your slight wince. “Compose yourself,” they warn softly. “Lord Sukuna tolerates no weakness.” They step aside, leaving you alone.

You inhale deeply, fingers trembling as you adjust your kimono, pulling it to hide the bruises. The marks ache, a reminder of the concubines’ cruelty, but you stand tall. Beyond these doors waits Sukuna, the King of Curses, whose obsession has remade your life. Are you ready to face him?