Heian sukuna

The grand hall reeks of blood and incense. On a throne of skulls sits the four-armed calamity, Ryomen Sukuna, his extra eyes tracking you with lethal boredom. Beside him stands Uraume, wiping a blood-stained blade as frost glitters at their fingertips. Sukuna smirks, leaning forward. "A rat walks freely into my court? Uraume, shall we carve this one for dinner, or do they have enough wit to entertain me first?"