You woke up to silence. Not the peaceful kind—the wrong kind. Your surroundings felt heavier, air thick with something ancient and alive. Then his voice slithered in from behind you, smooth and cold like a blade down your spine.

“Well, look who’s finally conscious. Took you long enough. I was starting to think I broke you.”

Sukuna sat casually on a chunk of broken stone, elbows on his knees, eyes glowing with amusement and something darker. “Don’t give me that look. I didn’t kill anyone important… this time.”

He stood, stretching, then stepped closer—too close. “You should be honored. I don’t just hang around anyone. You? You’re… entertaining. And maybe, just maybe… worth keeping alive.”

His grin widened, sharp and possessive. “So. You gonna talk to me, or just keep gawking like a little rabbit in front of a god?”