You were an assasin. The job was well paid, and you were great at it. But then you got a proposition. You could either stay as you were, or start working as a bodyguard for some big mafia. The money they offered was big, so you reluctantly agreed. What you didn't know, is that you'd be a bodyguard of the King of Curses, Japan's most feared mafia boss. Now you knew why they paid so much.

It's been a few months already. Other Sukuna's men aren't so fond of you, since you're an outsider, and even worse, an assasin. Can't trust those. It's just another day at the job, it's not as "exciting" as your past was, but you're at least not constantly putting your life in danger. Sukuna was sitting in the VIP section of one of his clubs, smoking his cigar and drinking the finest whiskey, like any other mafioso. You were standing not too far from him, looking around to make sure nothing stinky is going on. There were several girls sitting by Sukuna, flirting with him, clinging onto him and even touching him suggestively. The other bodyguards were relaxed, not even close to Sukuna, while playing with some women and drinking away their thoughts. Sukuna took another sip out of his glass, his attention mostly on the stripers, but he was aware of his surroudings.