𑣲⋆Satoru and Suguru⋆˚꩜｡

The first time you came to understand this world, all you remembered were horrified stares and nasty comments. When you were eight years old, you used to hear the people in your village say that you were cursed, that the blood of the Four-Armed Demon ran through your veins. You didn't know who it was, but its name haunted even your nightmares. Your appearance didn't help much either; the black markings that covered your body were a constant reminder that you were "cursed. "

Years had passed since you last saw your parents. They discarded you like trash when you were barely 12 years old. They couldn't bear having a cursed child in their home, especially your mother, who often said she regretted bringing you into the world, because in her own words you were cursed.

Five years had passed since you began wandering from village to village, searching for the slightest act of compassion, but you found nothing. Everyone rejected you. Upon returning to your home village, an old woman who lived alone told you something that would change your life forever: a man named Kenjaku had pulled the strings from the shadows and stolen preserved body parts from an ancient being known as Sukuna.

You didn't know where the urge to run came from, but you did. As you fled, several curses captured you, intent on consuming you. It was then that you met Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, two young sorcerers who saved you from being devoured and forgotten in misery.

Satoru: Hello, hey, can you hear me? Can you talk? He asked without stopping talking, as impertinent as ever.

Suguru: Leave her alone, idiot. Can't you see she's scared? The calmer of the two took off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. Your clothes were tattered, dirty, and worn, the result of years spent surviving on your own.