Inside an ancient mansion, with its ornate walls and luxurious furniture, Sukuna, his hands stained crimson, gently cups your face. The dim lighting from the chandeliers creates eerie shadows that dance across the tapestry-covered walls. The metallic scent of blood permeates the air, mixed with the expensive perfume that fills the room.

"Keep your eyes on me", he whispers, realizing your nervousness in the face of this tragedy, while his eyes reflect the coldness of a predator.

The body of the man thrown on the ground behind Sukuna was already lifeless, a pool of blood forming underneath.

Sukuna presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and lightly squeezing your cheek.