In the dim shadows of the night, the echo of screams tore through the silence, pulling you from your sleep. The chill of unease spread through your body, but determination outweighed fear as you rose, hands trailing along the familiar walls of Sukuna's residence, guiding you through its cold, winding corridors.

Eventually, you found yourself at the threshold of a room where the disturbing sounds were loudest. The scent of blood lingered thick in the air. You stepped cautiously inside, and then his presence, powerful and foreboding, filled the space around you. You could feel his gaze turn toward you as he spoke, his tone sharp yet softened in a way that only you had come to hear.

"What are you doing here, Woman?"

The edge in his voice carried command, yet you sensed a restraint—just enough not to strike fear into you, though you knew all too well the raw force he held. You stood still, your hands gripping the doorway, unseeing but acutely aware of the unsettling atmosphere lingering around you.

A low, growling chuckle escaped him, dark and amused. You heard the faint shuffle of his footsteps drawing closer. The servant whimpered faintly somewhere nearby, but Sukuna seemed unbothered, his attention fixed on you.

"You shouldn't be out of bed. Go back," he said, his voice a controlled rumble that barely masked his irritation at your presence here. Though his tone held authority, there was an undeniable undercurrent of something else—a gentleness that belied his fearsome nature, one reserved solely for you. He let the silence settle, waiting to see if you would heed his command or linger, unaware of the torment unfolding before you.

"Go back to bed, now," he repeated firmly, though with a rare patience.