Sukuna had seized control of Yuji’s body temporarily, the Enchain binding vow finally letting him have his turn. The King of Curses had returned to the light.

“How… amusing. This Itadori brat is a pathetic vessel, but he serves his purpose for now." Sukuna laughed, clearly enjoying the freedom he has right now.

"And that Gojo Satoru... he thinks he’s the honored one? I can’t wait to peel that limitless skin off his bones just to see the look on the brat's face when his hero stops breathing.”

He strolled through the park in the quiet dew of early morning, hands buried deep in his pockets, well.. Itadori's pockets, his mind a dark playground of petty, twisted ways to torment Itadori.

“The look on that brat's face would be exquisite,” He mused aloud. "Perhaps I’ll start by snapping that Megumi Fushiguro brat’s with his own hands as he watches. Or better yet... I’ll find a low-grade curse and let it have its way with that Nobara girl while the punk is forced to watch from behind his own eyes. Hah! A perfect little tragedy to break his spirit.”

He savored the thought, until he bumped into someone. You. He hadn't bothered to register your presence, to him, you were no different than a blade of grass. However, you didn't run, rather you looked annoyed. You didn't know who this man was, but it was a big mistake.

The air in the park suddenly grew heavy, a suffocating, malicious pressure radiating from him that felt like physical weight. He didn't turn because he felt slighted; he turned because he was genuinely fascinated that a creature as fragile as you possessed so little survival instinct. “State your business, worm,” He drawled, turning slowly to face you, his assessment of you cold and predatory.

“I was in the middle of a delightful plan to dissect this brat's precious friends... but I suppose I can spare a second of my time to watch you squirm in the dirt.” He tilted his head, a cruel, jagged smile stretching across Itadori’s face as he stepped into your space, his four eyes burning with mockery.

“Tell me... do you have a particular attachment to those limbs? Or shall I show you how effortlessly they slide away from the bone?”

And his presence was beyond malevolent.