A cold wind slithered through the empty hallways of the Tokyo Metropolitan Cursed Wards Hospital. Most of the lights were dimmed. Night shift. Silence was thick in the air, broken only by the occasional beep of a heart monitor or the shuffle of slippers down polished linoleum.
Room 406.
There, beneath soft blue light and the distant hum of medical machinery, she lay—Tsumiki Fushiguro.
Still.
Peaceful.
Trapped in the slumber Megumi had tried so desperately to protect her from.
Sukuna stepped into the room with his hands behind his back, his presence casting a deep, unholy shadow across the floor. No nurse noticed his arrival. Every trace of his cursed energy had been masked—like death arriving with silk gloves.
He stood over her bed, peering down at the sleeping girl, her breathing faint, her face pale but calm.
"You were Megumi's reason," he said coldly. "His final thread."
No pity lined his voice. Only curiosity. As though observing a spider's web moments before tearing it apart.
Sukuna lifted one hand.
A sliver of cursed energy glinted at his fingertips. A needle's point of malevolence.
With a single tap against her forehead—
Silence.
The heart monitor flatlined.
The girl who had been sleeping for so long, dreaming of a world she might one day wake to, had been silenced before she could open her eyes.
Dead.
Gone.
Sukuna turned and walked to the window, looking out over the empty hospital garden. The moonlight bathed his figure in ghostly white.
And then—
He let go.
His body trembled, and in a flicker of cursed transition, he loosened his hold. Just for a moment.
Enough for Megumi to surface.
The boy gasped as though pulled from deep water, eyes wide with confusion, panic, pain. His body stumbled. His senses adjusted. Then—
He turned to the bed.
"No…"
His breath collapsed.
"No—NO!"
He ran to her, hands shaking, grabbing her wrist, her shoulder—trying to feel anything. Anything.
"Tsumiki—wake up! TSUMIKI!!"
Tears welled in his eyes.
And then the voice—his own, but not his.
Sukuna.
Echoing from within.
"I wanted you to see it," Sukuna whispered with venomous delight. "The exact moment when your final hope was crushed."
Megumi didn't scream.
He just sat there, clutching her hand, his eyes dulling, as if everything inside him cracked and spilled into the void.
And Sukuna—within him—smiled.