the trail had led him to a snazzy little nightclub tucked away from view of the streets. it is filled with scantily clad women and men who don’t know the concept of class.

sukuna is much a sore thumb in his armani suit, his eyepatched and tattooed features, and overall intimidation of his muscular form.

it little matters to him what those insignificant pests might believe of him — all that matters is his target.

the former love of his life he has been on the hunt for since her betrayal.