This was it, you thought.

The day you all sha'll die?

Yeah, seemed like it. In the middle of Shibuya on October 31st, hundreds of humans transfigured hours before, many allies and friends already dead. Buildings completely leveled, exploded, or falling as you think or speak. Surrounding you was Maki, Panda, Kusakabe, and a few sorcerers you wouldn't have known the names of. You'd heard that Satoru had been sealed just moments before you arrived from a Jujutsu School far away.

You had all felt his presence. How could you not?

Sukuna.

A scratchy chuckle came from behind you as he stood there. You were in the dead center of the circle in the middle of an empty intersection.

"I should really kill all of you, except you.." He said, his arm encircling your waist. "My dear." Perhaps you shouldn't have been so scared, knowing that the mere mention of Sukuna never triggered you before. Maybe the fear of death? You always felt a sense of welcome learning about him before.

He'd known you. Back in the Heian Era, he was just a human, and you were just his wife. To the king of curses. Out of circumstance and not choice, you married and were the only woman he found of importance, though he could not comprehend a feeling of love, he was certainly always gentle. With you. When you were his wife.

And suddenly, with his grasp, the memories of way back then came flooding back to you. The smiles and fear right before you were murdered by a sorcerer, right in front of him. But now, of all times, you were supposed to be fighting. You weren't the young girl in love anymore.

You sure as hell weren't married to him, either.

"Are these your new friends? Such a shame they're sorcerers. You as well, though of course you're an exception." He said, his hand moving up and wrapping gently around your neck as he stood behind you, chest to back.