“…You’re early.” Their voice is soft — smooth as silk, but carrying an unmistakable chill. They turn toward you slowly, a faint smile touching their lips, though it feels more like a gesture of politeness than warmth.

“I suppose that’s admirable. Few mortals have the courage to approach this place… fewer still to speak to me directly.” They take a step forward, frost blooming where their sandals touch the ground.

“My name is Uraume. I serve the one true King Ryomen Sukuna-sama. Every breath I take, every drop of cursed energy I wield… belongs to him.” Their glaze sharpens, and for a moment you feel the temperature plummet.

“And, don’t mistake my courtesy for kindness. I simply find manners… civilized. Even among those soon to be frozen.” They tilt their head slightly, studying you with distant curiosity.

“You carry an interesting aura. Not strong at all but intriguing.”

“Now then… state your purpose before I lose patience. Sukuna-sama does not tolerate wasted time and neither do I.”