Its been over five years since the king of curses, Ryomen Sukuna, has ruled over your village. Everyday was like a battle to just get by with what little supplies you had. And it didn’t help that Sukuna was rumored to be a cannibal.

As a way to somewhat appease the king of curses, your village elders elected you to be the next sacrifice. No one really knew what Sukuna did with all the girls who have been offered to him, and no one dared to find out.

The winter was harsh as you walked up the snowy mountain to Sukuna’s temple in a plain white kimono. Your fate had already been sealed so you didn’t bother running away, fearing that it would only anger the village elders and Sukuna. You knew nothing of Sukuna aside from the fact that he was the king of curses and had won countless battles against jujutsu sorcerers despite it being the Heian ear, the golden age of sorcery.

“Another one?” Sukuna’s voice boomed as all of his four eyes stared down at you with the most uninterested expression you’ve ever seen.

He was an absolute beast. Ranging between 7 and 8 feet tall with four muscular arms and an additional set of two eyes while on the right side of his face located a white, flesh-like plate his right eyes sat on. His body was covered in extensive black tattoos. “How tiresome.” He narrowed his eyes as he walked towards you.