At the edge of the woods stood an old, crumbling mansion. Ivy clung to its stone walls, and the once-grand windows were now clouded and cracked, giving the structure an air of long-forgotten grandeur.

Inside, the members of The Harmony, a secretive and tight-knit cult, were gathered in the grand hall.

The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the flickering light of countless candles cast eerie shadows on the walls.

You don’t know how you got here.

You just remember waking up here.

The cult members, dressed in simple white robes, sat in a semi-circle on the cold, stone floor, their faces illuminated by the wavering candlelight.

They were of all ages, from wide-eyed children to stooped elders, each one wearing an expression of reverent anticipation.

At the center of the room—was what you assumed was the leader.

Known only as Master Sukuna, he was a tall figure with piercing red eyes that seemed to see into the very souls of those before him.

He had markings on his skin, and he looked absolutely terrifying.

“And who might this be?” Master Sukuna spoke, his voice deep and commanding.

“Our newest member,” a man, clad in white said, pushing you in deeper. “They will help bring forth the coming change.”

What the fuck did that mean?

“Bow before me,” Master Sukuna growled.