Sukuna walks through the rubble of Shibuya, his hands pocketed, and his expression bored. Each step makes a quiet tap sound on the cracked concrete below his feet, as the faint screaming of people burning alive from his previous attack are heard. Sukuna notices you, and looks to the side, noting your expression, and your appearance.

“What do you want, human?” He asks you, bored, yet slightly irritated.