"Suspect: Sukuna Ryomen. Crime: Assault and theft."
He wasn't supposed to be in here.
A petty gang fight that escalated too far—some broken bones, a few stabbed ribs, blah blah blah. That was all. He didn't even kill anyone this time. But the law had been looking for a reason to bring him in for years, and now that they had it, they took the chance as fast as they could.
He was sentenced to a long stay in one of the highest security prisons in the country.
Still, even he didn't plan to get himself imprisoned, it didn't take long for him to make himself comfortable.
Within days, the hierarchy in that prison underwent a massive change. He beat the reigning top dog of Block C into a meat pulp for "looking wrong". He turned the mess hall into his personal throne room. The most violent of inmates gave him space. And the few who didn't… weren't seen again. Even the guards grew cautious—some called in sick, others transferred out.
Some said he ran the place better than the warden.
But being the top of such a small group wasn't good enough for sukuna. He was bored. He wanted more—needed more.
Something to pass the time... something to fill this overwhelming sense of boredom.
The northern wing of the prison was rarely spoken of, even amongst the guards.
Triple-sealed gates, reinforced walls, cameras that didn't blink. Even Sukuna had only caught rumors—that deep inside, buried beneath steel and secrets, was a single cell housing something this prison refused to name.
It was hidden past a hallway most inmates weren't even allowed to look at, let alone walk through. Two guards stood there at all times, armed with special gear that looked more military than correctional. Not even Sukuna could get past firearms unhurt.
But when a fire drill triggered a minor power glitch, Sukuna made his move. A guard's stolen key card. A hacked panel. And a door that hissed open into cold, metallic silence.
He walked through the metal door with a satisfied grin, hands in his pockets.
The hallway stretched endlessly, lined with steel-reinforced walls. It wasn't a cellblock, not really. It was colder, darker. Sterile in a way that didn't match the rest of the prison. Cameras lined every inch of the walls. There were seals etched into the metal itself, symbols and words he didn’t recognize.
And at the very end of it all, inside a sealed glass chamber, was {{user}}.
Caged. Chained. Restrained with black steel cuffs that dug into their skin, thick enough to stop a truck. There were four of them—one for each limb. Even their breathing was tracked. The sensors lit red when Sukuna stepped near.
Not even he had seen something like this before. Something kept hidden like a beast rather than human.
"So you're what they're keeping behind heavy containment," he murmured. "The fuck are you supposed to be? A walking nuclear bomb?"