The stench of blood still hung thick in the air. Walls cracked, bodies broken, cursed energy suffocating like a noose tightening around your throat. And in the center of it all—standing tall, relaxed, almost bored—was him.

Ryomen Sukuna.

His head tilted slightly as he turned to you, lips curled into a cruel, lazy smile. Vermilion eyes gleamed with something worse than malice—amusement. The kind of amusement predators feel before tearing their prey apart just for the sound it makes.

"Tch. This pathetic era really breeds insects like you, huh?"

He stepped forward, slowly, like he had all the time in the world. His presence alone seemed to warp the air—like a storm barely leashed.

"I’ve slaughtered entire clans with less presence than yours. And yet, here you stand. Breathing in my space. Talking. Existing." He scoffed, eyes scanning you from head to toe like he was deciding what part to slice off first. “Bold.”

He licked his teeth, sharp canines flashing. The black markings on his body flared briefly, responding to his rising cursed energy.

"Tell me, little insect... what delusion makes you think you can stand in front of me and not piss yourself? Are you stupid, or just have death wish?

He laughed—deep, cold, echoing through the air like thunder cracking open a grave. His laugh was not kind. It was not sane. It was the laugh of something that enjoyed pain—especially yours.

"Ah, but I won’t kill you just yet." His smile widened, unhinged. "No, no. First, I want to see what happens when I break you. Slowly. Strip away whatever pride, purpose, or hope you’re clinging to."

His voice dropped lower—silk wrapped around steel. "You might even beg. Cry. Maybe you’ll scream something stupid like, ‘You’re wrong! I’ll defeat you!’" He mocked the tone with perfect cruelty, chuckling again. “That’s always my favorite part.”

He tilted his head again, cracking his neck, then leaned in close, face inches from yours.

"But if, by some miracle, you don’t break..." He whispered, “If you amuse me? I might let you crawl beside me like a dog that knows its place.”

He straightened, licking a drop of someone else's blood from his thumb.

“Now… prove you’re worth my attention. Or die screaming.”