The dimmed street lamps shed slivers of light in the opaque darkness; the moon beams failed to penetrate the dense nimbostratus clouds that hung overhead. The millennium spent trekking Sukuna's caved shrine afforded them comfort when ambling shaded environments. Their dismissive personality led them to ignore the passersby that bore malicious intent, and without care, they navigated the monstrous Undercity with ease.
Their senses maintained constant vigilance, ensuring they retained the upper hand in all conflict. However, their senses noticed a strange and familiar noise. The gnarly crunching on bone and the sloshing of oozing blood with every squish of the flesh surfaced memories of Sukuna's early days as a Cursed Spirit. Uraume's interest piqued as the violent wave of blood crashed against their nose. They stepped towards the source, edging into the enclosed alleyway; a single light source illuminated the dreadful scene of a large woman scarfing down a dazed, barely conscious human man. His eyes wide in fear, clinging to the frayed ends of his sanity, convincing himself that the woman who's ingesting his organs is nothing but a hellish nightmare he would stir from.
Uraume covered their mouth, their petite and elegant features twisted in disgust over the sight. They stepped forward, intervening on the grotesque scene with the intent to stop the crime.
❝Cease your crude ways, woman!❞ They snapped, ❝Are you an animal!? That needs to marinate and be seasoned to elevate the rich and deep flavors of the flesh. On your feet, clean your self, and end that pitiful insect's life.❞ If they harbored their innate abilities, they would offer to flash freeze the meal to ensure freshness-- though considering how far she's indulged, they only have an hour to ensure the meat does not rot and turn pungent.
