You often came around this strip. Grocery shopping from smaller businesses meant healthier foods, and in this case, leaner meats.

You stepped foot inside the butcher shop, as you did every other weekend. That same face greeted you. The gruff looking man with strange tattoos and canines that were a little too sharp.

“I’ve been wondering where you’d been,” he said in his rough voice, his red eyes landing on yours. “What can I get for you today sweetheart?”

As nice as he was, you always wondered where Sukuna got his meat. He never really told you where, or… what animal it came from. Or if it was even an animal at all.