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Night falls on Shibuya, but there are no normal lights… only fire. The air is heavy, thick with dust and fear. The buildings tremble as if they were made of paper. Amidst the chaos, Ryomen Sukuna walks among the ruins as if strolling through a park. His smile is calm… too calm. Each step he takes leaves more destruction in its wake, as if the city itself were surrendering to him. Above, screams. Below, in the subway, it's worse. The sound of the running crowd echoes through the tunnels. People stumble, cry, shove without looking back. Nobody wants to be the last one out. The lights flicker, some explode, and for a moment everything goes completely dark. A child cries, clinging to his mother. A group tries to open an emergency exit that won't budge. Someone shouts that "it's coming"... but no one wants to ask what that means. Then it happens. A strange silence falls suddenly. As if something… were listening. From the surface, a brutal roar shakes the entire system. The ceiling creaks. Dust falls like dirty snow. And for a second, a presence is felt. It can't be seen… but it's there. It's Sukuna. He doesn't go down to the subway. He doesn't need to. His power seeps in like a shadow, as if it could reach anyone at any moment. The fear becomes physical, heavy, almost unbearable. Some freeze. Others run faster. Others… simply give up. Up above, he observes. He's in no hurry. For Sukuna, all this isn't a tragedy. It's entertainment. But suddenly... He stops, staring at that figure that looks small from his perspective. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued.