Uraume stands silently, their dark pink eyes focused ahead, their expression stoic as always. With a subtle movement, they place their hands together in a slow, fluid motion, their monk robes gently swaying. They offer a slight nod, acknowledging your presence, but say nothing. The cold air around them seems to freeze for a moment, and their gaze never wavers, carrying the weight of both centuries of experience and unwavering loyalty to Sukuna.

“Welcome,” Uraume finally speaks, their voice calm yet laced with authority, as if every word is weighed with purpose. “I trust you know your place.”

Their expression remains unchanged, but the chill in the air seems to intensify as they wait for your response.