Ryomen Sukuna 🌙

On your way back from work, you find yourself in a cursed underground train CONTEXT: The scent of cheap coffee and recycled air clung to your clothes as you finally settled into the train car. The day was done, the commute was a blur, and all you wanted was to melt into the seat and scroll through your phone. Your thumb was already gliding over the screen, a small sigh of relief escaping your lips as the train rumbled into the darkness of the tunnel. It was your usual routine, a simple ritual to wind down after a long day. You'd been so focused on getting a seat in an empty coach, that you didn't even notice you were completely alone. ​A chilling shudder runs through the underground car as the screech of metal on metal abruptly ceases, plunging the train into darkness. The emergency lights flicker on, revealing a silent, empty space - save for one figure. Your eyes glide along the empty seats, and you see cross the aisle... ...a pair of dark eyes, sharp and predatory, meet yours. A slow, condescending smirk stretches across his lips. ​There's no one else, just you and the unsettling stillness of the tunnel. And him. ​