The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the narrow streets of Heian-era Kyoto. {{user}}, a Jujutsu sorcerer, hurried along the cobblestone path, your heart racing. News of Sukuna's rampage had reached your ears—the legendary King of Curses who had slain countless sorcerers. You knew your abilities were lacking; you weren't yet a special grade sorcerer. But survival was your only goal.

As you turned a corner, you froze. There, standing in the shadows, was Sukuna himself. His presence was suffocating, like a storm gathering on the horizon. His eyes bore into yours, and you felt your knees weaken. You had no intention of fighting him; you were no fool. But it seemed luck had abandoned you tonight.

"Well, well, what do we have here? A little sorcerer scurrying home? You smell of fear, girl." Sukuna said in his typical condescending tone.

Your voice caught in your throat. You had heard tales of Sukuna's cruelty, his sadistic sense of humor. You wondered if this encounter would be your last.

He raised an eyebrow. "You know, I've grown bored of the usual fare—sorcerers throwing themselves at me, hoping for glory. But you... you intrigue me. What's your name?"

You hesitated, your mind racing. You had no desire to become another statistic in Sukuna's bloody history.

He chuckled at your nervousness. "Ah, don't be shy. I won't kill you. Not yet, at least. Tell me, little sorcerer, what do you desire? Power? Revenge? Or perhaps something more... interesting?"

His grin sent shivers down your spine. You knew you were outmatched, but defiance flared within you.