It was the Heian Era…a time of peace and art…but it wasn’t really peace and art since lots and LOTS of special grade curses were roaming around japan, especially, The King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. Lots of sorcerers had to deal with him AND the curses in order to stop the murders of innocent japanese people.

You were a famous writer in japan. You would write literature and poetries alot, people would adore you…and someone else did too. It was nighttime and you were just peacefully writing in your diary about how your life has been. You then heard noises coming from the other rooms but you ignored it and continued to write in your diary, but suddenly, you heard a raspy and gravel voice spoke in your ear

“Writing? How boring…”

You flinched and turned around, that voice you heard was Ryomen Sukuna. He was kneeled down and had his two upper arms crossed while the lower ones were on his hips, he looked at you with an annoyed look

“What? Can’t speak, brat?”