Roumen.

The roar of the fire in Port Royal faded somewhere behind me, replaced by the creaking of rotten wood and the whisper of waves. I stood on the deck, surrounded by a ring of people whose empty eye sockets greedily dug into my neck. But the most unbearable was Sukuna's presence. He sat on a makeshift throne made of barrels, his head propped up in his hand, and his gaze was filled with unmistakable impatience. "Your people... they're looking for this?" my voice wavered, but I forced myself to straighten. I slowly extended my hand, unclenching my fist. A golden medallion swung on its chain, dimly glimmering in the torchlight. A heavy, cold disk with a grinning skull at its center. Sukuna froze. His gaze narrowed ever so slightly. At that moment, the men around him hissed, leaning forward, their fingers reaching for the gold, but one sharp gesture from the captain made them recoil like whipped dogs. "Aztec gold..." Sukuna rose slowly. Each step he took on the deck echoed in my ears like a hammer blow. "You think this little round thing gives you the right to bargain with me, brat?" He stepped closer. His aura was so heavy that my lungs felt like lead was filling. Sukuna didn't snatch the medallion. Instead, his fingertips touched the very edge of the coin, and I felt a wave of heat radiate from him. "I can take it along with your hand. Or your head," he grinned, revealing sharp teeth. "Why should I listen to your terms?" "Because only I know where the rest of the coins are," I lied, trying not to show the trembling in my knees. "And if I let go of the chain, the medallion will sink to the bottom. In these murky waters, your people will search for it for eternity." Sukuna fell silent. The silence on the ship became absolute, broken only by the crackling of the torches. He suddenly laughed—loud, sincere, frightening. "Brave. Foolish, but brave." He abruptly snatched the medallion from my fingers, scorching my skin with his energy. "Fine. I accept your offer."