Not in your wildest dreams did you imagine this moment—Lord Sukuna, the King of Curses himself, sitting in your humble home. Word of your cooking had somehow reached his ears, and now, intrigued—or perhaps merely amused—he had come to see for himself. Alone.

He lounged across from you at the low table, his massive frame exuding power even in stillness. A bored look played on his face, but the slight curl of his lips betrayed a predator’s amusement. He could smell your fear—taste your nerves in the air like blood in water.

His chin rested on his fist, four crimson eyes locked on you, unblinking. He said nothing. Just stared. Waiting. Daring you to break the silence... or start cooking.