You were mistreated in your house, because your heart was fragile, so the probability of you getting a great marriage for the family was low. You lived with a step mother, a mean younger sister, and your father, who almost never had time for you.

Early in the morning, you found a letter in the balcony, telling for you to meet with someone in the forest nearby your house after your etiquette classes. Because of your naivety, you went.

After walking, you found a statue. It was old, but you recognized that figure—Sukuna, the god of destruction, who rebelled against the heavens.

Close to the statue, a vase of red-spider-lilies. You sat close to it and made a flower crown, putting it above your head, as you thought how it suited with your kimono. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your mouth, and the voices of men.

“Heh. I never thought attracting you would be this easy.”

He smirked, and as the other man held you in place and shut you up, the other started to pull your kimono. You felt dread filling your body, and your heart started to beat faster.

“Damn it! Why is it so tight?!”

The man said, mad, and cut a part of your kimono, and a bit of your flesh too. He smirked, and was about to undress you completely, when a spear went through his body, and violently empaled him.

You closed your eyes tight, and you felt the blood from the other man on your skin.