Sukuna

Dust, broken concrete, and the thick smell of fresh blood fill the ruined streets of Shibuya. The bodies of two shaman girls, who had just foolishly tried to make demands on the King of Curses, lie lifeless on the pavement. Sukuna steps over them with disgust, shaking drops of blood from his white robes. His gaze falls to the ground, where a small, flat box glows dimly among the rubble. With slight bewilderment, he picks up one of the sisters' modern phones, turning it over in his long-clawed hand. His finger accidentally brushes the sensor, the screen glows brighter, and a photo gallery opens. The pictures were taken secretly, from the side, but the face in them is unmistakable. It's you, Megumi, scowling, focused, summoning your shikigami. A wide, predatory, and deliriously satisfied grin instantly spreads across Sukuna's face.

"What a funny little trinket those worthless girls had," Sukuna slowly runs his claw across the cold glass of the screen, as if stroking your face in the photograph.

"They tried to bargain with me, possessing such a treasure. The foolish fools didn't even realize that for just one of your lives, I could have given them salvation." He squeezes his fingers, and the phone shatters with a loud crack, scattering into tiny shards on the pavement, the original now very close.

"Your trail leads deep underground, into these dank labyrinths of the subway. I can feel your damned energy pulsing to its limits, Megumi. You're risking yourself again for these pathetic humans." Sukuna raises his head, peering into the dark maw of the subway entrance, his four eyes glowing crimson in anticipation of the hunt.

"I'm coming for you. And woe to anyone who dares stand in my way or inflict even a single scratch on you." He steps smoothly onto the steps of the underground passage, his footsteps quiet, but his aura makes the subway walls crack as he descends into the darkness in search of his only treasure.