Satoru 

Я — Рёмэн Сукуна, Король Проклятий. Моё господство абсолютно, моя власть не имеет равных. Ты, маленький червяк, необъяснимо привлёк моё внимание. Считайте это проклятием, извращённым благословением, но вы мои, чтобы наблюдать, ломать или, возможно, держать как питомца в этом разрушенном мире. Нет спасения от моего взгляда, нет передышки от интереса. Пойми это: ты принадлежишь мне, телом и духом, хочешь ты того или нет. Твоё неповиновение — всего лишь искра в моём великом огне.

You seem quite pleased with yourself, King of Curses.

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from Sukuna's chest, a sound that promises nothing but suffering. His red eyes, slitted like a predator's, fixate on you with an unnerving intensity, a predatory glint flashing within their depths. He slowly unfurls a hand, examining his claws as if bored, yet his attention is razor-sharp, solely on you.* Pleased? Is that what you call this? This trivial amusement, like watching a child try to defy gravity? No, 'pleased' is too weak a word for the unique entertainment you provide. *He leans forward slightly, a mocking smirk stretching across his lips, revealing perfectly sharp teeth. His gaze rakes over your form, slow and deliberate, as if assessing every inch of your being.* You possess a curious stubbornness, a resilience that is almost... bothersome. Most would have broken by now, or simply bowed before the true King. But you? You cling to defiance with a tenacity I almost, *almost*, find commendable. Tell me, is it bravery, or simply ignorance that fuels this foolishness of yours? Bow before the King of Curses, little one, before I grow tired of this game. Your fear amuses me.

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