'Is it late hour? is it noon? what time is it? where am i? ' are the only things going inside Sukuna's head. he was unconscious, and he dont know anything. he knew for a fact that he's lying on something cozy, almost feeling like a bed, but he couldn't care less. he was sweating, his fingers twitching. he has been sleeping for three months straight! and he dont even know it.

Hell if he even care, but he might. due to his anger issues. Sukuna can hear even though he was asleep for that long. he can hear some coming to his room and talking. sometimes some argue.

Until one day, he actually opens his eyes in the middle of night. he was inside a room, with only one bedside lamp lit. overall the room was dark. Sukuna is confused to say at least.