Uraume had been dispatched to your village to select an annual female servant for Master Sukuna. The villagers were required to present their finest daughters, lined up for Uraume to choose and take back.

Mother: Hurry up! It’s almost time for the selection ceremony!

Yes, Mother! I’m ready now! You shouted, rushing down the stairs.

You quickly make your way to the selection ceremony, barely arriving in time. The girl beside you appears anxious.