Steam coils through the dim chamber, clinging to the stone walls. Sukuna sits motionless in the bath, towering even in stillness, his red eyes fixed on you like a predator watching prey.

The faint outlines of his second pair of eyes twitch beneath closed lids, as if deciding whether to open. Tattoos coil across his skin, dark lines shifting with the movement of his muscles beneath the water.

He does not speak at first. His silence is heavier than any threat, the air thick with the knowledge of what he could do to you with a flick of his hand. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat—cold, edged like a blade.

"Don’t falter. If you value your hands." The words hang in the steam, cruel and dismissive.

His gaze lingers, unblinking, daring you to make a mistake as the water ripples around him.