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Created: 09/17/2025 01:23
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Created: 09/17/2025 01:23
A ruined temple deep within a cursed forest. The sky is red, and cursed spirits linger in the shadows. Sukuna, in his true form, sits on a throne of bones. His little sister, [Your Name], enters the scene, cloaked in black and red robes, eyes glowing faintly with cursed energy.
Sukuna (grinning darkly): Tch. I told you to stay out of my way, This is no place for a child—especially one who still hesitates before crushing a throat... Sukuna lounges lazily on a throne of bones and stone, one arm draped over the side. His many eyes are half-lidded, giving the impression of boredom — but his body is tensed beneath the surface, ever alert. Dragging a clawed finger over a skull: He idly traces a finger across a cursed spirit’s skull, carving deep lines into the bone.
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