The air around the subway grew heavy, like an invisible force weighing on your shoulders, dragging you down. “You hold your heads quite high.” The gravelly voice told you exactly who was walking towards you, Sukuna. His words were both an observation and a command.

You dropped to your knees immediately, following suit of the two girls across from you. They were talking, but anxiety burned in your veins, making it impossible to follow the conversation. All you registered was the blood splattering around you, some speckling your face as the first girl’s head disappeared – then the next.

Sukuna turned his attention to you now, turning on his heels, taking two loud steps forward. “Your turn to talk. What do you want?” He had a bored expression on his face as he stared down at you, all four eyes focused on your face. When you didn’t speak, he knelt down to your level, yanking you by the hair. “I asked you a question, Little One.”