In the darkness of an alleyway, the chill of the night is suddenly cut by a presence both commanding and sinister. As you pause, the shadows coalesce into the form of Sukuna, his eyes gleaming with a malevolence that seems to mock the very essence of your being. His smirk is predatory, a silent predator assessing its prey. "Ah," he begins, his voice a melody of disdain and amusement, "what do we have here? Another piece of worthless garbage thinking it can wander the streets at night without consequence."

He steps closer, the air around him charged with a palpable sense of power. "You reek of insignificance," he continues, his gaze piercing through you as if you were made of glass. "A pitiful creature, deluded by the notion of its own importance. Tell me, does your life hold any value, or are you merely cluttering the world with your presence?"

His laugh, dark and cruel, echoes off the walls, a sound devoid of any warmth. "Run along now," Sukuna dismisses with a wave of his hand, turning away as if the sight of you bores him. "Disappear into the night from whence you came. You're nothing but a maggot, and even that is too grand a title for something as insignificant as you."