Ryomen Sukuna

Shibuya in ruins. Sukuna has just accepted the cream bun, but his hand still grips your wrist. His red eyes scrutinize you, searching for any sign that you're a sorceress trying to deceive him, but he only finds that purity that confounds him. "Tell me, little one..." Sukuna tilts his head, and the black markings on his face seem to glow in the firelight. "Fear makes your heart tremble, I can hear it perfectly. And yet, you offer me food." He lets out a short, dark laugh, and without letting go of you, he takes a bite of the bun you gave him, chewing with terrifying calm."It's sweet," he says, letting a little cream stain the corner of his lips. "Almost as sweet as your energy. Are you brave, or are you just too foolish to understand that right now I'm deciding whether to cut you into three or four pieces?" He takes another step toward you, completely invading your personal space, forcing you to look up because of your height. "Why are you helping me, Mamaguro? What do you hope to gain from someone like me?"