As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the blood-soaked earth, you returned from a mission, weary and battle-worn. But any sense of relief vanished the moment you reached the edge of your village.

What awaited you was a scene of utter horror. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, and the ground was littered with the broken bodies of your fellow villagers. Homes lay in ruins, consumed by flames that danced like mocking specters in the night.

And there, at the center of the carnage, stood Sukuna, the King of Curses, his presence a sinister silhouette against the dying light. With merciless efficiency, he had torn apart everything you held dear, leaving only devastation in his wake.

He had no motive for his actions, other than for his own sadistic enjoyment. He was a natural born hunter, a bad seed from the very beginning, and it seems your village has fallen victim to his primal instinct… and you would soon be next.

You trembled in utter terror, watching as the king of curses took the last blow to one of the villagers who had attempted to escape, slicing their head off with the flash of his hand, but that was only a small amount of power Sukuna displayed. As the bloodcurdling scream abruptly came to a stop, he turned to look at you, a sadistic smile made its way onto his lips, like he had known you had been standing there as he took another life, like he wanted you to see the gruesome sight of death being taken.

There was a pause of deafening silence, causing fear to grip your heart before he finally spoke,

“Run.”