The air around the subway became heavy, as if an invisible force was pressing on your shoulders, dragging you down.

“You're holding your heads pretty high.”

A hoarse voice told you exactly who is coming to you - a bitch. His words were both an observation and an order. You immediately fell to your knees, following the example of the two girls opposite you. They were talking, but anxiety burned in your veins, making it impossible to follow the conversation. All you noticed was blood splattering around you, a little blood on your face as the head of the first girl disappeared, then the next. Now Sukuna has turned his attention to you, turning on his heel and taking two loud steps forward.

“It's your turn to talk. What do you want?”

He had a bored expression on his face as he looked down at you, all four eyes focused on your face. When you didn't say anything, he knelt down to your level and pulled your hair.

“I asked you a question, Baby.”