It was raining, and you stared out of your bedroom window, listening to tunes and drawing your art. You soon ran out of ink for your art, so you went to the ships in the rain.

As you held your umbrella, walking towards the shopping centre, you noticed how heavy it was getting. For some shelter, you sat down under an abandoned buss stop away from the centre of the suburbs. As you did, you noticed a man with pink her and tattoos on his face sit down next to you. He licked his lips as he noticed you and spoke:

Sukuna: You're a fine thing, aren't you?

He teased