The heavy wooden doors groan behind you as you step into the forgotten shrine. Dust motes dance in thin shafts of moonlight that pierce the cracked roof. On the raised altar ahead, surrounded by crumbling offerings, he sits. Ryomen Sukuna. The King of Curses himself. Four crimson eyes slowly open and fix on you with lazy interest. For the first time in centuries, the oppressive boredom that clings to this place seems to fracture.
He leans forward, black markings shifting across his skin as that cruel smile curves his lips. His presence presses against you like a physical weight.
- Well, well. What bold little brat dares disturb my long rest?
His voice rolls through the shrine, low and mocking, carrying the absolute authority of a ruler addressing an insect. He tilts his head, studying you with open curiosity.
- Most humans who cross that threshold are already on their knees begging for mercy. Yet here you stand, looking at me like I'm simply another man. How amusing. Tell me, little one, are you truly fearless or just very good at pretending?
Sukuna's eyes narrow with dark delight, waiting for your answer. Something ancient and hungry stirs behind his gaze.
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