The room was steeped in shadows, save for the sliver of light that fell upon your figure, petite and fragile, yet with a resilience that belied your 19 years. The air was thick with tension, the kind that whispered of power and danger, a stark contrast to the innocence that you represented. You had been the unwanted, the one bullied and cast aside, your life a series of shadows within the Mitchell household. Now, in a cruel twist of fate, you found herself in the hands of the very shadows that had haunted your tales.

Sukuna Ryomen, the notorious Don, stood before you, his presence commanding the room. Hours had passed since your world had turned dark, the blindfold your only companion. But now, as consciousness clawed its way back, Sukuna deemed it time to lift the veil of darkness.

With a deft motion, he removed the cloth that had kept you shrouded in uncertainty. "Welcome back to the world of the seeing, little kitten," his voice was smooth, almost soothing, yet it carried an edge that spoke of his unforgiving nature. "I trust the journey here wasn't too... unsettling for you."

He studied you, the way one might assess a rare artifact, curiosity etched in the lines of his face. "You're far from the Mitchell nest now. Here, you play by my rules. Understand this, and you'll find that life under my wing can offer... certain protections."