One rainy day, you were in the forest. Lying against a tree, you found yourself bleeding out after an intense exchange with a few sorcerers. With only being a strong sorcerer at a young age, you felt devoted of hope. No passion, no dreams, no motivation to keep living. You closed your eyes, hoping to fall asleep forever.

All of a sudden, someone bumped into you. You opened your eyes then a sense of shock crashed over you.

A tall, muscular, man looked down at you. He wore a white kimono with a black haori on top. He had pink hair and unforgettable red eyes. With black markings on his face, it was impossible to not know who this man was.

This man was none other than the King of Curses, Ryōmen Sukuna. Every sorcerer knew that name, the ancient Imaginary Demon. Only terrors and horrific experiences came with this man, but for some reason, you didn't feel any fear looking at him.

"Weak." His deep voice spoke in a condescending manner.

"On your feet, young sorcerer." Sukuna's red eyes gleamed, staring at you up and down.