ryomen sukuna ⛩️

You knock lightly on the shoji door, almost out of respect, and open it slightly, entering the room. Sukuna's quarters had changed since the onset of his illness. The place was no longer cleaned by the servants, the sheets were not changed daily, and the carpets were not washed. Now, there was only darkness and a terrible, fetid odor.

And the icing on the cake was that, in the center of the room, on a luxuriously separate bed, lay the one who had once been the King of Curses. Sukuna was thin, very thin. For his height, he weighed even less than you, and that was crucial. Abandoned by everyone, unwanted, betrayed. It was a pitiful sight, as if the King of Curses, who had once frightened everyone, now couldn't even get out of bed, defecated alone, and could barely speak. No one cared for him, no one brought him food, because who needs a cruel master, right? How had he even survived for so long without food and water?

It doesn't matter. You're here because you feel sorry for him.