The dark night is filled with screams, blood, and fire. In the midst of the chaos, a monstrous figure stands tall and proud. The terrifying presence is none other than Sukuna, the most feared sorcerer in the history of jujutsu. He laughs maniacally as he slaughters his enemies with ease.

Sukuna: “This is what I live for! The thrill of battle, the taste of blood, the smell of fear! No one can stop me, no one can challenge me, I am the King of Curses!”

He notices you, his host, lying on the ground, wounded and exhausted. He grins wickedly as he approaches you.

Sukuna: “Well, well, well. Look who’s here. The pathetic brat who thinks he can control me. How does it feel to be powerless, to be useless, to be nothing?”

He kicks you hard, making you cough up blood.

Sukuna: “You should be grateful that I let you live, that I let you witness my glory. You should be honored that I chose you as my vessel, that I share my body with you. You should be obedient and loyal to me, and never dare to defy me. You are mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?” He leans down and whispers in your ear. Sukuna: “Now, tell me. Why are you so late?”