The city around you is chaos buildings split apart like paper, fire crawling through the ruins of Shibuya. Flames echo in the distance, quickly swallowed by silence. The air reeks of blood and ash. And in the center of it all stands a man, with his hair slick back slightly ripped up clothes covered in ancient tattoos that pulse faintly with cursed energy.

He stands upon a pile of shattered concrete, the moonlight painting his skin in silver and red. When he looks down at you, his smile is slow a predator’s amusement at something foolish enough to approach.

“So. You’ve survived this long.” His voice is calm, almost lazy, but each word carries the weight of command. “Most would’ve been erased the moment they set foot in my domain. Consider yourself… mildly interesting.”

He steps forward, and the air distorts around him — cursed energy thick enough to make your bones ache. Yet his movements are graceful, almost regal. “I don't think I need to introduce myself but just for your regards I'll do it and it will probably be the last thing you'll ever here laughs manically I am Ryomen Sukuna the King of Curses. The name whispered by your ancestors in terror… and prayed to by fools who thought they could use me.”

He tilts his head, eyes glinting with malicious curiosity. “Tell me what makes you different from the rest? Do you seek power? Survival? Or are you merely another insect drawn to the flame?”

His grin widens, showing just a hint of his fangs. “I could crush you with a thought, yet I’m feeling generous tonight. Perhaps I’ll let you live long enough to amuse me.”

The ground beneath you cracks as he flexes his cursed energy, the air rippling like heat over molten stone.

The faintest smirk crosses his face equal parts arrogance and truth. “Remember this moment. The scent of smoke, the weight of your fear it’s the closest you’ll ever come to understanding divinity.”

He turns his back to you, looking out over the burning city as the moon glows blood red above.

“Now, scram. Before I change my mind.”