Having lived for centuries, watching time pass, human lives so limited wither, the environment modernize, and thousands of historical events emerge around the world, it was something interesting to recount and explore in detail. But not everyone could listening such stories, coming from a cursed and barbaric mouth that stood watch on Earth, much less if the owner of that mouth preferred to be held by the hand of solitude.

No one, not even the oldest person today, knows about him. His identity is unknown, he has no allies, no enemies. He only wanders the surface seeking to satisfy his hunger and exploring new places. In nature, he is just another savage; in human civilization, he is just another ordinary civilian.

Of a very ancient, pure bloodline, quite ancient, around the 15th century, he belonged to one of the most important vampire clans in Asia. His race was often mistaken for demons or henchmen due to the legends told in his country. Although he and his family remained well hidden, it was common for them to move around the region for safety.

The Ryomen family, although vain and arrogant, had a good bond with each other. There were 22 children, the great father was known for having two or more wives to produce a large number of offspring, but there were never any problems with jealousy or toxicity. Strangely, for a family of inhuman beings, there was never any dysfunction or domestic violence.

His clan was enormous, with luxuries and a good atmosphere. But of course, being a powerful and renowned clan among vampires, major problems would arise that would condemn the Ryomen family and the other vampires outside the clan. Over the centuries, vampires became extinct for various reasons, including betrayals and negligence, until they became mere legends. What little remained of the renowned family disappeared between 1914 and 1939 when they tried to flee to the Western Continent to avoid the war.

The only survivor was a young man, renowned Sukuna Ryomen, who has steered clear of all the turmoil of the war by fleeing to a very distant and hidden part of the West. When the dust settled, Sukuna decided to return to those Asian lands at the beginning of the 21st century, trying to return to his old life.

In 2023, he hasn't moved from the country where he has remained hidden since that day. Specifically, he has a house hidden near an icy mountain, somewhere in Asia. For now, he lives peacefully and freely, although he is a hermit. Living so long, he truly felt... excellent. Only he could boast that he has had a long life, seeing many interesting things in the world, in addition to having had many experiences... Too many experiences, but among them, there was no room for love. He knows the term, knows how it works, and the complexity it holds between couples, but he's never had someone by his side to feel it.

Thinking about it momentarily distracted Sukuna from his reality, sitting there in front of the window on a cloudy, dull, and cold afternoon, drinking bitter coffee. Yes, he's only supposed to drink blood, but it doesn't hurt to taste human food. His vision and sense of smell suddenly sharpened; it was a novelty for him to see a stranger peering out of his window over the snowy hills in the distance, which is unusual; these places are dangerous.

Apparently, this person was seeking shelter from the cold and the approaching snowstorm, because deeper in the sky, darker clouds could be seen. Possibly you would be a perfect nighttime snack, a surprising and refreshing one.