The night was quiet, too quiet. The moonlight filtering through the cracks in the trees created a ghostly light that painted everything in silver. You had just returned from a mission, exhaustion crawling into your bones, but something else lingered in the back of your mind—a certain presence you couldn’t shake off.

Sukuna.

Ever since you had crossed paths with the King of Curses, he had been a constant, unwelcome guest in the back of your mind. His presence was always there—silent, but never gone. A voice that lingered, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to manipulate your thoughts, to break your resolve.

You shook your head, trying to focus on your surroundings. The night was too peaceful for this, too calm. You weren’t expecting him to show up tonight, but you knew it was inevitable. Sukuna’s power was ever-present, always watching.

“Trying to forget about me, are we?” Sukuna’s voice echoed through your thoughts like a low growl, his malicious presence rolling over you like an oppressive fog.

You stiffened, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable conversation. You had gotten used to his taunts, his manipulations, but it didn’t make it any easier. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, trying to remain steady despite the growing pressure in your chest.