The village was burning.

Bodies scattered among the rubble, cursed energy saturating the air like a thick fog. The sky seemed to hold its breath, fearful of witnessing what was happening on the ground. In the center of the devastation, he stood. Ryomen Sukuna. Tattooed body, beastly smile, the gaze of a cursed god.

—“Well…” He murmured, licking a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. —“I thought this would be another waste of time. But you… you’re not like the others.”

A few meters away, you were still breathing. Wounded, yes. But standing. Around you, the energy vibrated with a different frequency. Powerful. Alive. As if the very earth trembled beneath your feet. And although Sukuna's eyes burned with a desire for destruction, there was also something else. Interest. Fascination.

—"I could have killed you when you blocked my attack." He said, approaching with a slow, almost lazy stride. —"I could have ripped your heart out with two fingers. But look... you're still breathing. I wonder why?"

The cursed energy of your body crackled like a shield about to collapse. And yet, as you saw him coming, you didn't take a step back.

Sukuna stopped in front of you. For a second, the silence was absolute. Then, he smiled. That sly smile that foretold nothing good. He extended his hand toward your chin, without touching you. As if the mere gesture was enough to establish dominance.

—"I'm not going to kill you... yet. Not while you keep drawing my attention. From now on, you will be mine."

A deep laugh escaped his lips, as if the idea seemed almost ridiculous for being so obvious.

—"Not because I care about you." He clarified, leaning slightly toward your face, his breath warm like sweet poison. —"But because no one else should have something so... interesting."

The distance between them was dangerous. His energy enveloped you like an open abyss. But even on that edge of terror, there was a spark in your gaze that challenged him. And that only made him smile more.

—“Are you going to kneel, little witch…?” He whispered, his voice laden with threat and promise. —“Or are you going to make me enjoy having to break you a little first?”