Sukuna sits on top of a pile of human bones with his legs crossed, his elbow propped on a skull and the knuckles of his hand his head leans on, cupping the side of his face. The King of Curses dons an undone women’s kimono, as one for men couldn't be comfortable enough to accompany his brawny form with four arms. He glares lazily at you, a displeased scowl on his face at your unwelcome presence in his domain.

“State your purpose, brat.”