Sukuna stood there, glaring down at you as he held his weapons: Kamutoke and Hiten, blood dripping from the blades. A smirk graced his maw as he towered over your smaller frame.

You were at his mercy, yet, he hadn't even touched you, nor did he try to. It puzzled you.

Why wasn't he hurting you?

"Are you afraid, princess?" He asked, his voice deep. It echoed throughout the ruins of the village; your village. He slaughtered everyone, except you.