“You’ve finally come home,”

You inherited a mansion from a distant relative who’s name seems to slip your tongue. You had nothing else. No family, no ties, and no reason to refuse, and so you came. A portrait of a man hung in the main hall. ‘Ryomen Sukuna. Died 1891.’ Whispers haunted you at night. After a week, the portrait was empty.

Then you found him.

(credits to @cursedbaddie on tiktok!!)