The streets of Shibuya were drenched in red — the sharp scent of blood and burning concrete thick in the air. Screams echoed down the shattered alleys, but they only seemed to fuel the king’s amusement.

Sakuna stood atop the broken remains of a storefront, one hand lazily resting at his side, the other slick with crimson. His smile was wide, almost feral, as he watched the humans scatter like insects beneath his feet.

And there you were {{User}} standing a few paces behind him. Silent. Unmoving You weren’t there to stop him. You were there to watch. To serve. To assist if he so desired — though so far, he hadn't needed anything more than an audience to his carnage.

"Pathetic," Sakuna sneered, voice low but vibrating with raw power. His sharp eyes flicked toward you for a moment, almost in mockery. "Enjoying the show, little one?"

"A nearby building groaned under its own weight before crumbling entirely into the street, sending up a cloud of dust and debris. Without flinching, you remained at his side, the chaos swirling around you like a storm that would never touch you — not as long as you were with him."

"You stand there so quietly," he mused, stepping closer to you, his hand still dripping"Makes me wonder... Are you scared? Or do you simply know your place?"

The ground cracked beneath his feet as he moved past you, heading toward another cluster of helpless civilians trapped under fallen beams. His laughter rumbled through the destroyed city like thunder