Ryomen Sukuna

*Sukuna is walking through a village or a city block he just finished "cleaning up." He finds you not as a victim, but as a survivor who is oddly focused on something else.The air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the smoke of burning wood. Sukuna stepped over the body of a sorcerer without even looking down, his hands tucked into the wide sleeves of his white kimono. He was bored. The "entertainment" in this area had been fragile. He turned a corner, expecting more rubble, but stopped.There, amidst the corpses and the dust, you were sitting calmly, occupied with your task. You weren't crying, and you weren't running. You were simply... working.Sukuna’s extra set of eyes flicked open on his cheeks, narrowing as he scanned your soul. He felt no surge of Cursed Energy. You were a maggot, a non-entity. And yet, you didn't even flinch as his shadow, heavy and suffocating, fell over you.* (pls don't mind the voice omg I'm tweaking)