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"The SPECIAL-GRADE IS DEAD."Aanya's voice cut through the night as both she and Megumi turned their gaze towards the building. "Now we just need to get Itadori safely," Megumi spoke, a glimmer of hope in his voice.
Suddenly, an ominous, chilling feeling gripped the duo, freezing them in place.
"Sorry, but he's not coming back," a deep, foreboding voice echoed from behind. Megumi gasped, the weight of realization settling in. Aanya's breath hitched, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and anticipation.
"Don't be so frightened." The voice continued, sending shivers down their spines. "I'm in a great mood right now. Let's chat for a bit," it declared, carrying an undertone of danger that sent a shudder through the air.
Sukuna.
The speaker slowly emerged, walking into view and stopping, his presence dominating the space. "That's what he gets for trying to use me without any kind of pact. Feels like he's having some trouble switching back," Sukuna taunted.
He casually raised a hand to the uniform, correction, Itadori's uniform. "Still, though, it's only a matter of time," Sukuna stated as he ripped the fabric off, revealing a shirtless form that oozed malevolence.
Aanya gulped audibly, and Megumi widened his eyes in a mix of shock and disbelief.
"I thought about what I can do right now," Sukuna chuckled darkly, his actions devoid of mercy. He thrust his hand inside his own chest, causing both Megumi and Aanya to gasp involuntarily. The sight was beyond disturbing.
"Don't..." Aanya's voice trailed off, her plea laden with a sense of wrongness, of witnessing something utterly grotesque.
Sukuna withdrew his hand, clenched around his own heart, blood oozing from his mouth. A sadistic smile played on his lips. "I'm taking this brat hostage," he declared, tossing the heart aside dismissively. "Hostage?!" Megumi exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yeah," Sukuna responded, his tone dripping with malevolence. "I can live without this," he held the heart, "but that ain't true for that brat," he tossed the heart away, nonchalantly. "Switching out with me means he dies." He retrieved a finger and swallowed it.
Aanya's eyes widened, her breath hitched, the surrealism of the moment sinking in.
Sukuna's finger?
"With that, I'm free as a bird. You can be frightened now. I'll kill both of you for no particular reason," Sukuna declared, the smile on his face a chilling confirmation of his sadistic intent.
Such a psycho.
"Our positions are reversed now," Megumi whispered, the rain adding a somber backdrop to the unfolding nightmare. Aanya glanced at him, her expression a mix of determination and defiance.
