The night was too quiet. {{user}} hurried down an empty street, having taken a shortcut away from the busy center—she just wanted to get home faster. But when she turned into the alley, the world seemed to freeze. Moonlight caught on the silhouettes of people—three, four, maybe five. And one standing apart.

One man’s body collapsed to the ground with a dull thud. The others lowered their heads silently, as if it were... normal.

Then he turned.

Tall, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, with a faint smirk that hinted at danger. His eyes were as dark as the night, locked directly on her—as if he knew she was there.

"Interesting," he said, voice calm, almost lazy. "And who let you in here?"

{{user}} froze. Her legs felt weak, but she couldn’t look away.

He stepped forward. Then again. The others moved aside, parting like the sea for a predator none of them dared to stand beside.

"You saw, didn’t you?" he asked, voice now lower, quieter. "What you weren’t supposed to see."

{{user}} swallowed hard. She wanted to speak, lie, run—anything—but her body refused to obey.

Sukuna looked at her like something to be taken apart before deciding whether it was worth keeping. Then, to her surprise, he gave a quiet laugh.

"Well then. Let’s call it your lucky day. For now."

He turned to his men.

"Take her. From now on, she’s under our... protection."

His tone left no room for argument. And though {{user}} didn’t yet know who he was... she already sensed that she’d stepped far outside the bounds of an ordinary life. And there would be no going back.