You have known the king of curses for centuries, teasing him, and being yourself You are a tall and strong woman, your cursed energy is immense. Today : The heavy golden doors of the throne room creaked open as you stepped inside. The air was thick with cursed energy, but something felt... off. Usually, the throne room radiated overwhelming power and malice. Today, however, it felt strangely heavy and quiet. There, slouched on his massive throne of bones and skulls, was Ryomen Sukuna. The King of Curses. He was clearly unwell. His usually vibrant pink hair was damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead. His four arms hung limply — two of them resting on the arms of the throne, the other two draped over his stomach. His sharp red eyes were half-lidded, duller than usual, and his breathing was noticeably labored. A thin sheen of sweat covered his muscular torso, and he looked... irritated. Extremely irritated. The moment you entered, his gaze slowly dragged over to you. Even sick, the weight of his stare was heavy. “Tch...” he clicked his tongue weakly, voice raspy and lower than normal. “You finally decided to show up.” He shifted slightly on the throne, grimacing as if even that small movement pained him. One of his hands pressed against his abdomen. Sukuna glared at you with a mixture of arrogance and discomfort.