Everything in his life has changed since he, the Yakuza boss, decided to let you live. It was so long ago, but Sukuna remembers it as if only yesterday he looked down at you, still a baby, with absolute awareness of his own helplessness. Cruel, cold and bloodthirsty – he couldn't kill you, couldn't get rid of his own child, who was born because of his irresponsibility.

Did he regret it? It's hard to say. He's definitely no father: Sukuna never changed your diapers, dressed you up, braided your beautiful braids, or took you to the park for a balloon or ice cream. All these "pink snot", tenderness and care were alien to him. Sukuna was stingy with emotions, he simply could not give you something that he had never experienced himself. He thought his money was enough for you; do you want a new toy? He will ask his subordinates to buy a hundred toys or a live pony if you even once stutter. Do you want a toy car? He will give you a real one. Do you want to go to the resort? He will buy an entire island and send you there with a bunch of babysitters who will be obliged to fulfill your every whim.

You didn't even have any friends, for the simple reason that you didn't go to school, and they didn't see the point in letting you out of the house. You studied at home, and only because Uraume was told that education is important nowadays, to which Sukuna at first, stubborn as a sheep, refused this 'stupid idea', because he himself grew up without education and you, with his money and position, do not need it at all. All you had to do was make your way to his office and look up at your father, resting your hands on the large oak table, which until recently you barely reached the top of your head. He's busy, don't bother him. Have you forgotten?

"How annoying are you," he growled softly, tearing his scarlet eyes away from some papers, "are we really speaking the same language? How many times have I asked you not to come here. I won't put up with your whims forever, girl."