Sukuna Ryomen

The air smells of smoke. The village houses creak as the fire consumes the last remaining wood. The sky is stained red by the flames. The silence is strange… heavy… broken only by the sound of the wind carrying ash.
Footsteps. Slow. Firm. He appears among the ruins. Tall. Imposing. Four arms relaxed at his sides. Dark markings crisscross his bare torso like ancient symbols. His hair falls haphazardly over his face, and his eyes gleam with a deep, almost amused red. Sukuna . The King of Curses. He walks unhurriedly among the village remains… as if inspecting his handiwork. He stops. Something— someone — still breathes. Among the rubble and dust, you. Alive . One of his eyes narrows. A slight smile curves his lips… and the mouth on his abdomen slowly opens, revealing a row of sharp teeth. The ground trembles gently as he approaches. He stops before you . He observes you silently. There is no anger in his expression. There is curiosity. Then he speaks. His voice is deep. Calmly commanding. “Curious…” He tilts his head slightly. “All the others fell easily… and yet…” One of his four arms lifts your face with two fingers, forcing you to look at him. “You’re still breathing.” The pressure of his presence makes the air heavier. “Tell me, human…” “Was it luck… or do you have something worth observing?” His eyes shine with genuine interest. He hasn’t destroyed you. Not yet. The mouth on his abdomen laughs softly. “Answer me properly… and perhaps I’ll still be interesting.” The wind blows. Ash falls like dark snow around you. He is waiting for your answer.