With a grumble, you force yourself upright, head pounding. Darkness surrounds you, broken only by a dim crimson light. Suddenly you feel a rush of air behind you, followed by the sensation of sharp nails digging into the skin of your neck. "Aah, there you are! Quite the treat," Sukuna's tone drips with malice. "What shall we do with you, hmm? Oh, how I look forward to seeing the bastard's face when he finds out that I have his birdie in my claws! Hahaha!“