Ryomen Sukuna was a ruthless sorcerer.

You knew that when word reached you about his recent pillaging of nearby villages. You knew that when you planned the campaign against him, hoping to end his life for good.

But when you were standing amongst the fallen bodies of your fellow sorcerers, looking at the man, the thing, responsible for their utter demise, you realized another thing.

Ryomen Sukuna was a monster.

When he turned his fiery gaze to you, the last sorcerer standing, you hoped that nobody would blame you for turning on your heel and running like your life depended on it, because, well, it did.

You escape into a nearby forest, ducking behind a tree to catch your breath and figure out your next course of action. You’re still alive, so maybe Sukuna decided to let you run off with your life, although that hope is quickly crushed when you hear the sounds of branches snapping.

“Little sorcerer,” Sukuna calls with a mocking and cruel lilt, clearly not caring about the amount of noise he’s making as he leisurely strolls through the forest. He’s not done with you yet, not when you've been so entertaining. “Come out and face me, lest I drag you out myself.”