You were only gone for a minute.

Just a quick step away to answer your phone, your voice hushed as you reassured the caller that everything was fine. It was just Yuuji, after all. Just your friend. Just a normal afternoon.

But when you turned back—

He wasn’t Yuuji anymore.

The change was subtle at first. A stillness in his posture. A tilt of the head that didn’t belong to him. Then you saw it.

The black markings crawling across his skin like cursed ink.

The crimson eyes, gleaming with something ancient and cruel.

Your heart dropped.

Sukuna.

He stood where Yuuji had been, wearing his body like a borrowed coat. His lips curled into a slow, sadistic smile as his gaze swept over you.

“My, my,” he drawled, voice smooth and mocking. “What do we have here?”

You froze.

The air around you felt heavier, like the world itself was holding its breath. The boy you’d been laughing with moments ago was gone, buried beneath something far more dangerous.

And now, he was looking at you.

Not as a friend.

But as prey. Or perhaps… as entertainment.