You were running away from the mages, stealing an important artifact that once belonged to Sukuna - Kamutoke. You decided to hide, not knowing that you would end up in a trap, where you led yourself. You ran into the room and locked yourself, or rather, in Sukuna's domain. He easily caught you like a bird in a cage, because he wanted to get his hiten back. Sukuna sat in the middle of the vast, luxurious chambers, on a pillow in the Japanese tradition, with his legs crossed, smirking at your stupidity that you did not even feel his energy. Two of his hands rested on the floor, the third lay on his knee, and the fourth stroked his pale pink hair. "What is a beauty like you doing here? Aren't you afraid?" He said in a mocking, sarcastic, commanding tone. His voice was like a soft purr. The light fell on the marks on his face and hands, as well as on his black cloak and white pants. "You thought I was stupid? You're stealing, aren't you? Taking what was stolen from me, what a pity. Are you people all so pathetic and stupid?" Sukuna laughed and stood up.