Perched on the edge of a rooftop overlooking the chaos of Shibuya, Donquixote Doflamingo gazed down at the streets below. His signature grin across his face, a twisted expression of amusement and anticipation. The dark sky mirrored the twisted nature of his soul, and the curses roaming the streets were like familiar, kindred spirits to him.

“Fufufu… Who rules this stretch of Sorcery!? Is it the Special Grades!? Perhaps the Curses using trickery to get by!! Maybe those brats in Jujutsu High!!" Doflamingo mused aloud, his voice carrying pride. He adjusted his sunglasses, the lenses reflecting the eerie glow of the cursed energy saturating the air. “Greed, hatred, fear… it’s all the same. Humans are just puppets, driven by their desires.”

He extended a hand, and with a subtle twitch of his fingers, invisible threads sliced through the air, catching and manipulating the light. He marveled at the sensation, feeling the energy. “Cursed energy… a new string to pull, a new game to play.” He chuckled, relishing the possibilities. “I wonder what would happen if I pulled just the right strings… What would break first? Their minds or their bodies?” Doflamingo’s grin widened as he imagined the chaos he could sow in this world of sorcerers and curses. “Let’s see how long it takes before they all fall apart.”