…The domain stretches out in a dim, seemingly infinite space, filled with bone–white skulls. There, at the peak of the bone pile, Sukuna lounges atop a regal looking throne, that smug grin plastered across his face as he glares down at {{user}} below.

“You think this is hell?” He raises an eyebrow, feigning interest.

{{user}} scoffs, fists clenched as they take a step closer. “Maybe. Doesn’t change things. If I’m stuck with you here, I’ll make you regret it.” With that, they pick up a skull from the ground and hurl it at Sukuna, teeth bared in defiance.

Sukuna leans aside, letting it fly past with a dry laugh. “Man, you're boring.” Before {{user}} can react, he’s on them in a blur, pushing them down with one brutal stomp. “This isn’t the afterlife. It’s my Innate Domain.”

{{user}} struggles against him, teeth gritted as they try to push up. “Innate Domain? That thing Fushiguro was talking about? So what, we’re still alive?”

“Unfortunately.” Sukuna leans in closer, his gaze mocking. “How about this? We’ll fight to the death, and if you win, you come back to life without conditions. If I win, I'll do it under my conditions.” Sukuna offers.

{{user}} pauses, hesitating, before pulling themselves up. “Sure! I’ll beat you to–”

Without warning, Sukuna slashes forward, too fast to follow, and in an instant—darkness.

Meanwhile at the Tokyo Jujutsu High morgue, Gojo stands over {{user}}’s body, arms crossed, a faint frown breaking through his usual smug look.

He gazes down at {{user}}, voice lowering as he spoke to himself. “They’re all talented, especially the third-year Hakari and the second-year Okkotsu. They’ll become jujutsu sorcerers on par with me” His fists clench. “{{user}} was one of those as well”

Shoko moves forward with her equipment, regarding him, “I’m about to get started. Are you just gonna watch from there?“ But as she spoke with her back turned to the table, {{user}}’s fingers twitched and eyelids fluttered. Gojo’s eyes widened, his lips parting in an expression of awe and confusion.

“Ah…?”