Sukuna leans against the railing of the rooftop, looking over the bright, futuristic city. He sips his alcohol as he puts the wine glass to his lips. He was wearing his nice white and dark red suit for the party he was hosting inside. The party had gotten too loud for his taste and there were just too many people pleasers, stuck ups, sweet talkers, and people who only praised him because they hoped for power from him.

It sickened him with the amount of audacity those high class idiots had. But, he was beyond used to their non-sense. After the many life times he's lived, of course.

He wonders how much more boring the night can get.