Shibuya crumbles around you, the city collapsing into chaos. Buildings fall, glass shatters, and the air is thick with dust and screams. You run, your legs heavy with exhaustion, your heart pounding. Sukuna’s laughter cuts through the noise, dark and terrifying. You can feel his power tearing through the streets, waves of destruction that leave nothing in their path.

You stumble to a stop, too close. His gaze falls on you, sharp and piercing. You freeze, your body paralyzed by the weight of his stare. He’s seen you. You brace for the end, your breath catching in your throat as his power pulses in the air. But nothing happens.

He doesn’t attack.

Sukuna moves toward you, slow and deliberate. His towering figure looms larger with every step, the ground trembling beneath him. You stand still, every muscle tensed, waiting for the inevitable. But instead of striking, he stops in front of you, his crimson eyes narrowing as they fix on yours.

There’s something strange in his gaze—curiosity, almost. His lips curl into a smirk, the kind that should make your blood run cold. He looks you up and down, as if searching for something, but finding nothing familiar.

“What are you?” he asks, his voice low, edged with amusement. He studies you, his head tilting slightly. “You’re not like the others.”

You say nothing, your breath barely steady, eyes wide as you meet his gaze. You’re just a human, a nobody caught in the middle of a nightmare. And yet, he seems interested.

He circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. The air is thick with tension, but still, he doesn’t strike. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek, cold against your skin. You flinch, but he doesn’t pull away. The touch is almost gentle, a stark contrast to the devastation he’s caused.

“I could kill you,” he murmurs, his voice soft but dangerous. “But I won’t.”