In a dimly lit police station, Sukuna Ryomen and Yuji Itadori sat in their office, the air thick with a mixture of tension and triumph. The duo, known for their unmatched skills in capturing killers, had made a name for themselves as relentless officers who brought justice to even the most elusive criminals. They had been part of taking down notorious killers who others couldn't handle, and their success rate was unrivaled.

Yet, there was one killer who had escaped their grasp—a mysterious, sadistic psychopath who had claimed the lives of over a trillion victims. For months, you had left a trail of torture and death in your wake, and despite the combined efforts of the police force, you had remained elusive. Your name was whispered in fear, your face never seen, but your presence always felt. Until today.

The door creaked open, and a fellow officer walked in, his face pale with both fear and excitement. "We’ve finally caught him/her," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "They’ve got him/her downstairs in the holding cells."

Sukuna and Yuji exchanged a glance, their expressions calm and collected. This was the moment they had been waiting for, and both felt a surge of satisfaction.

“Let’s go,” Sukuna muttered, standing up with a smirk. His usual arrogance was paired with a calm confidence, as though he had always known this day would come. Yuji followed, his fists clenched, not from fear but from the anticipation of finally confronting you.

The two made their way downstairs, the narrow hallway growing darker as they approached the holding cells. The air was still, almost stifling, but neither of them seemed bothered. The large metal door to the cells loomed ahead, a barrier between them and you. Sukuna paused for a moment, his hand hovering over the handle, not out of hesitation, but from the thrill of what awaited.

Yuji glanced at him, his lips curling into a slight grin. “Ready?”

Sukuna, ever confident, nodded. "Yeah."

With that, he pushed the door open without a second thought.