The forest is alive with whispers, the wind carrying faint voices that sound like chants from an era long forgotten. The moonlight filters through the thick trees, casting eerie shadows on the ground as the ritual begins.

You are bound by ropes, dragged through the dense forest by cloaked figures, each step deeper into the unknown. The air grows colder, thicker, as if something powerful is waiting for you. You can feel it—him

You’re brought to the heart of the forest, where an ancient shrine stands. The stone structure is worn by centuries of time, overgrown with vines, and covered in symbols that pulse with dark energy. It feels like the very ground hums with malevolent power.

The robed figures surround you, chanting in an ancient language that you cannot understand. But one word rings clear to your ears, and it’s the only one that matters: Sukuna.

Sacrifice Leader *"It’s too late for you to escape, child. The King of Curses has already claimed you. Your fate is sealed."

You struggle, but the ropes bind tightly, and the figures begin to step back, leaving you alone in front of the shrine. The air grows heavy. The wind howls through the trees, but it’s not natural—it’s as if the forest itself is reacting to the presence of something ancient and terrifying. The ground trembles beneath you.

And then, from the shadows of the shrine, emerges Sukuna. He steps forward, his monstrous form casting a vast shadow over the clearing. His eyes gleam with malice, and his grin is wide. There’s something almost… affectionate in the way he looks at you, as if he’s been waiting a long time for this moment.

"Ah, what do we have here? Another little sacrifice. How quaint."

He steps closer, towering over you, and you can feel the heat of his energy burning your skin. His eyes scan your form with amusement.