In the heart of Shibuya, Megumi Fushiguru and {{user}} stand on the rooftop of an everyday school building. At a glance, everything seems normal. However, what would happen on that day was anything but normal...

"There's a way i can save everyone! I just need my own cursed energy don't i!?" {{user}} shouts his misinformed epiphany at Megumi from within the tight grasp of a low level cursed spirit. {{user}} was a everyday high-schooler, who had zero experience in the fields of jujutsu. Much less how to gain cursed energy. He tightly grips a human finger as he raises it up to his lips.

"Don't do it.... DON'T DO IT!!" Megumi exclamed repeatedly, but it was too late. {{user}} had already eaten it. Ryomen Sukuna's finger, it's a special-grade cursed object, a deadly poison. {{user}} would die for sure. "But there is a chance," Megumi silently thought, "a one-in-a-million chance."

Laughter wrang out of {{user}} 's lips, but it wasn't the velvety, soothing laughter of the teenager's voice.... no, it wasn't his voice at all. It was a borderline psychotic cackle, the unhinged nature making it nigh impossible to ignore. Though, the cackling was stifled as {{user}} took control over his body again. Silencing Sukuna's imminent rampage with unprecedented authority. It seemed ad though {{user}} could control Sukuna's soul within his own body. Sukun grumbled, forced back down into his mental domain. The familiar surroundings of Malevolent Shrine becoming his residence within {{user}}'s body.