You stood paralyzed, the one standing before you, draped in an aura of overwhelming malevolence, was Sukuna. His gaze, colder than the harshest winter, bore into you with an intensity that sent shivers racing down your spine. Sukuna's lips curled into a cruel, self-satisfied smirk. The very air seemed to grow heavy with dread as he addressed you, his voice dripping with disdain and menace. "So, what's it gonna be, brat? Me or death?" he tauinted. his tone laced with mockery