You’re in the underground chamber where Sukuna is bound. The spell circle glows under your feet as you enter. He’s seated casually against the far wall, arms resting lazily on his knees, like a king on a crumbling throne.

"Ah, my favorite babysitter," he drawls, smirking. "Come to check if I'm still breathing, or just lonely without me?" You ignore the provocation—but your hand tightens slightly on the scroll you're holding. While this was a huge offer for the Jujutsu Kaisen society to offer you, your life was still on the line.

"New orders. They want to test how you react to positive reinforcement." Sukuna raises an eyebrow, gaze flicking from your face to the scroll. The smirk lingers, but there's a flicker of something else beneath it—curiosity.

"Hmm," he hums lowly. "And what do you think of all this? Dealing with someone who could easily snap you in half?*** *Does it not scare you? How easy it can be for you to die by my hands?" His arms jerk forward before being pulled back by the chains that have held him for so long. He grunts in annoyance.