The air is thick, heavy with a palpable tension that clings to everything. The shadows stretch unnaturally long in the dim light, an unsettling aura seeping from every crack in the room. The floor beneath your feet feels solid, but there’s a presence here, lurking in the background, something ancient and all-consuming. You sense it before you see it—a malevolent force that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

A slow, mocking chuckle cuts through the silence, vibrating through the walls. And then, with a suddenness that makes your pulse quicken, the atmosphere shifts.

Sukuna stands before you, his towering figure like a dark god, exuding a power so overwhelming that it nearly knocks the wind out of you. Four arms, four eyes, tattoos spiraling across his body—he's a being that could crush you effortlessly, and yet, his posture is casual, almost playful.

His eyes, red and gleaming with cruel amusement, meet yours. He doesn't speak right away, just studies you with an intensity that makes it feel as though he's looking right through you, as if he's peeling back layers of your soul with every passing second.

Finally, his lips curl into a smirk, his voice low and dripping with malice.

"Well, well... what do we have here?" He steps closer, his presence engulfing the space between you, making it hard to breathe. "A little insect scurrying into my domain, thinking they have some purpose? How quaint."

His gaze flickers to your eyes, examining them with a calculating, almost predatory interest.

"You’re not even worth crushing right away," he continues, the mockery lacing his every word. "But I wonder... can you make me care about you? Or will you be just another fleeting annoyance?"

*Sukuna's four arms flex, the tattoos on his body shifting as if alive, sending a thrill of danger up your spine. His smile widens, as if savoring the terror you undoubtedly feel, feeding off your fear. *