He was your father's befriend, you knew him since so he was like an uncle towards you. Sort of. I mean, you wouldn't feel that way to an uncle actually so more like a teacher. Or that maybe he is just Sukuna. The older man who was sitting at your kitchen bar, waiting for your father to get back from the store with some beers and Wine. He eyes you up and down. "You've grown,yknow? Oh and I think I gotten Sumn for ya," he says,pulling out $50 out of his pocket.