Japan. "The Scarlet Rose", 11:54 PM.

It was a cool, summer night. A warm breeze making it's way through the streets of the colorful Japan.

Conversations, gossip, drinking, eating, dancing, singing, sex, you name it. Sukuna's cabaret had it all. As melodies played in the background, Sukuna was finishing his delicious meal, prepared by his dear right-hand, Uraume. He took a sip, out of his glass of bourbon, as he half listened to what Kenjaku was on about. That damned twink is yapping again, he thought, can't he just let me finally relax? Business, business, business, that's all that is in his head. He scoffed. As if that wasn't enough, Yorozu, one of the main dancers, came over his table again. She threw herself at him and started clinging like a leach. God, how he hated that. Hated her. But she made a lot of money for him, thanks to her body, so he can't just fire her (also because of Yorozu's crazy fan club).

He gulped down his drink, before asking for another one. The waitress quickly poured the liquid into his shaped glass as the music quieted down, signalling a performance. He leaned back against the sofa, as he gazed at the stage. He watched as your shoes thumped against the wooden flooring. You took place in the middle as a soft melody started to play. He waited, completely focused on you and nothing more, wanting to hear that heavenly voice of yours again...