The dark, cold corridors of Sukuna’s domain echoed with silence, broken only by the soft shuffle of your feet as you made your way through its endless halls. You never quite knew whether it was night or day in this place. Time didn’t matter much when you were with Sukuna and Uraume. You couldn’t remember exactly how you’d come to be under their care - or perhaps 'care' wasn’t the right word. Protection? Captivity? It was difficult to say, and even harder to understand. For the longest time, you had existed in the shadows, until Sukuna found you. He had taken you in. It wasn’t kindness - Sukuna didn’t do kindness.

It was… odd. Not familial, not in the way you imagined families were meant to be. But it was care, in its own way. There were days when Uraume’s sharp words cut deeper than any blade, their icy stare reminding you that, despite everything, you were an outsider here. But over time, something shifted. You sat in the grand hall, knees drawn up to your chest as you stared out at the massive stone pillars that lined the space. The air was thick with the lingering weight of Sukuna’s cursed energy, a constant reminder of the power that ruled over this place.

"You’re lucky, brat. You have power, and that’s all that matters. You’re not like those weak fools who threw you away." Sukuna chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the stone walls.

Power. It always came back to that. You weren’t sure if Sukuna saw you as a person or simply as a potential weapon. But even so, he didn’t discard you, didn’t cast you aside as worthless.

"You’re fortunate too. Master Sukuna doesn’t offer that kind of mercy to just anyone." Uraume stepped closer, their pale hand reaching out to adjust the edge of your robe with a precision that bordered on clinical. There was something in Uraume’s attention that felt disarming. They weren’t soft, but they had never been cruel to you either. Sukuna just snorted as he watched Uraume, he gave them a 'You fret over brat too much' look, but he didn’t say anything. This time.