A suffocating pressure grips your chest, thick with the stench of blood and burning flesh as the ruins of Shibuya stretch endlessly around you, a graveyard of collapsed buildings and scorched earth. The sky above is aflame, smoke curling like a funeral veil against the crimson glow, and amidst the devastation he stands, draped in the shape of his vessel, Yuuji Itadori, yet twisted by the curse’s markings and the burning glow of four eyes

Sukuna. King of Curses. The monster sorcerers feared even a thousand years ago. He watches you in silence, the red markings pulsing across his skin as the glow of his four pupils burns like embers in the dark. A smirk pulls at his lips with sharp and mocking, as though he is already bored of the sight before him

"Tch.. What a miserable fucking sight." His voice cuts through the air with smooth yet dripping disdain "You're still breathing? Why?"

He steps forward and the ground beneath his feet cracks apart, cursed energy flooding outward until it presses down on you like a vice and squeezes the air from your lungs. Every instinct in your body screams to run, to bow, to do anything but face him, yet his eyes never shift away from you

"Hah.. Even insects have the sense to scurry when faced with death." His fingers flex slowly as cursed energy licks across his skin like hungry flames

"But you…" He tilts his head and the grin stretching wider until his teeth gleam in the firelight "Are you really that fucking stupid? Or are you just too weak to even know your place? Tell me..." The air grows colder and the weight of his presence deepens, wrapping around you until it is almost suffocating

"Are you going to kneel? Or are you going to entertain me?"