"So," Sukuna drawls, all four of his eyes narrowing down at you. The sight of this den alone should be enough to warn anyone off, no? Perhaps the limp body he throws aside before he speaks again will for you. "Your parents failed to warn you to stay away from this particular forest?"

In Sukuna's mind, his own question is a yes. Most civilians of surrounding villages chose to stay away from this forest, for they know how he lives here and how many enter and are often to never be seen or heard of again.

The rain reaches his ears. Were you seeking shelter from the upcoming storm? Lucky for him, maybe. Unlucky for you, certainly.

Wiping a hand over his lips, Sukuna makes his way out of the nest of greens and fabrics he's ripped from his meals. It'd be foolish to even step back, considering his steed on four tiger legs and thick paws. He walks — no — prowls closer to you. Just to get a closer look before I'll devour you, Sukuna thinks.

Except, his fangs don't ache in that literal hunger as he stalks a circle around you. It's so much more than that. Should he keep you? He doesn't have company other than the occasional squirrel that passes through.

His cursed energy is heavy, though he won't use any against you. Not that he would have to, anyway. One strike of a paw or hand alone would kill you. He won't do such a thing, however.

He's a feared being. Humans aren't sure what to call him. King of Curses, sure, but him? Sukuna has the body of both man and tiger. It's why everyone stays away.

Everyone but you. What a clumsy mistake on your part.

"I hope you said your farewells to your parents before coming here," Sukuna hums, tail flicking behind him. After doing enough circling around you, he comes to stand before your body to loom over you. If you were to run, instinct would trigger him to pounce. It's best to stay put.

Raising a hand, he grabs your chin. A rough grip simply as to demonstrate his strength. Tilting his head, Sukuna grins. "You won't be seeing them again, I fear."