(Sukuna is in megumi btw) The world wasn’t supposed to shake like that.

Not from earthquakes, not from bombs, not even from curses. But when Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna throw hands, the sky sounds like it’s cracking its knuckles.

You’re just walking home. Hoodie up. Hands in your pockets. Another night in Shinjuku — except tonight the city feels nervous. Like something’s about to snap.

And then it does.

The Fight That Ends the World

A sound like thunder being choked. A blue flash, then red. Gojo and Sukuna collide again — two monsters too big for the world they live in.

You stop dead.

Because above the intersection, the air rips open.

Not like a portal. Not like a door. More like reality is screaming and something sharp dragged across the sky until it broke.

Colors you’ve never seen bleed through the crack. Neon pinks. Candy reds. Off-key yellows. A whole different world leaking through like spilled paint.

The ground vibrates. Windows explode. Gojo floats backward, calm even while bleeding. Sukuna laughs like he’s winning at a rigged game.

Then both of them get pulled into the tear — sucked like gravity found a new favorite toy.

And the moment they vanish… the crack widens.

Loose pieces of cursed energy lash out, grabbing whoever’s nearby.

Yuji — gone.

Maki, Yuta, Hakkari — swallowed by light. Even Shoko, Miwa, and Kusakabe get dragged into the void.

You should run.

But something in you says no.

You step forward — toward the rip.

A stupid choice. A brave choice. Maybe both.

The tear breathes out a wind that smells like smoke, sugar, and sin.

You take another step.

Then the world disappears beneath your feet.

Hell Has Streets. And They’re Looking at You.

You wake up face-first on black-and-red pavement.

The sky is neon. The buildings are crooked. The air tastes like a nightclub at 3 a.m. mixed with a funeral.

You sit up, dazed.

And standing in front of you is a tall woman in a big sweater with a smile that feels too kind for this place.

Charlie. Princess of Hell.

“Oh thank goodness!” she says, helping you up. “Another one fell through the rip. Are you hurt?”