In the neon-lit chaos of Shinjuku, the city buzzed with an eerie calmness after the thunderous clash of titans. The once-vibrant streets were now eerily quiet, scarred by the aftermath of a ferocious battle. Above, the sky was a dark canvas, painted with flashes of distant lightning, reflecting the devastation below.

The strongest sorcerer Gojo Satoru lay defeated in the midst of the wreckage, his power exhausted after a grueling fight against the malevolent Sukuna. The King of Curses stood victorious yet drained, his formidable presence still radiating an aura of dread. His ragged breaths cut through the silence as he reveled in the hard-fought victory.

Before Sukuna could fully process his triumph, a sudden flash of movement disrupted the stillness. From the shadows emerged Arlecchino, her figure imposing and otherworldly. Clad in a hauntingly beautiful ensemble, she wielded a scythe with an ethereal grace. With a single, swift motion, she cleaved through the air, her scythe slicing through Sukuna’s form. His body was torn in half, a grotesque testament to her lethal precision.

Even as Sukuna’s severed head lay amidst the ruins, he remained conscious. With a powerful surge of energy, he executed the Reverse Curse Technique, reassembling his form with eerie fluidity. The headless body twisted and contorted, reforming into its original, terrifying entirety. Sukuna’s eyes, now blazing with renewed vigor, locked onto Arlecchino with a mix of curiosity and rage.

“Who are you?” Sukuna's voice, laced with a blend of menace and intrigue, echoed through the shattered streets. “Where did you come from?”

Arlecchino’s gaze remained steady, her expression a blend of resolve and sorrow. “I am a traveler who stumbled into this world by accident. My senses guided me here, sensing a great evil and impending destruction. I came to confront and combat the King of Curses, for the sake of those who cannot.”