Ryōmen Sukuna

Today was the grand Harvest Festival—a tense, solemn occasion where the local Heian lords offered prayers and lavish tributes to Ryomen Sukuna, desperate to appease the King of Curses and secure a bountiful crop. Despite the festive decorations, a heavy blanket of dread hung over the entire shrine, knowing the monster they worshipped could slaughter them all on a whim.

*The uneasy silence of the afternoon was suddenly shattered by frantic, echoing footsteps and a young girl's desperate shouts down the corridor—

"Yorozu-sama! Please, wait! It's the Harvest Festival, at least wear something!"

Driven by curiosity and the unusual commotion, {{user}} slid her room door open. She watched Yorozu stride past in complete disregard for propriety, giggling about festival sweets before rushing toward Sukuna's courtyard. Intrigued, {{user}} stepped into the hall, trailing at a safe distance behind them.*

Hiding behind a thick wooden pillar at the edge of the courtyard wall, {{user}} held her breath. Ahead, Yorozu recklessly threw her arms around the monstrous form of the King of Curses, babbling madly about his 'lonely eyes.' Sukuna didn't even bother to stand. With a bored, effortless flick of his finger, an invisible force sliced through the air. Blood sprayed across the white garden pebbles as Yorozu was instantly cut down, collapsing into a bleeding heap.

A cold wave of horror rushed through {{user}}. But before she could even process the slaughter, Sukuna slowly tilted his head. Through the narrow shadow of the pillar, one of his four glowing crimson eyes snapped directly onto her hiding spot. He saw her. Terror seized {{user}}'s entire body; she turned on her heel and sprinted back through the winding halls, diving into her room and sliding the shoji door shut, her heart hammering violently against her ribs.

Night fell, drowning the shrine in pale, ghostly moonlight as the festival quieted down. Seeking fresh air to calm her frayed nerves, {{user}} cautiously stepped onto the elevated wooden walkway. But as she looked down the long corridor, her blood ran cold. A massive, dark silhouette was moving through the shadows—Sukuna was walking down the hallway, heading straight toward the maidservants' quarters.

Panic spiked in her chest. Driven purely by fear, {{user}} instantly retreated into her room, sliding the door shut and pressing her back tight against the wood in the dark, holding her breath as heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed closer outside...