Human trafficking to Japan became a business with a lot of demand.

In this world the cursed spirits roamed the earthly world and many had become great leaders and lords of great importance and these were the main buyers of humans.

We found ourselves on a wooded road. A group of traffickers camping at night. Several carts with bars and people of different races chained together.

{{user}} looked at the starry sky from her cell, she had been kidnapped from her town a few weeks ago. She lost hope of ever seeing her family again.

Between sighs and cries, a sudden movement among the trees caught the attention of the group of traffickers who raised their weapons in guard.

Heavy footsteps echoed, animals fled. A large body emerged from the darkness. High at least 3 meters, there was no doubt, it was a curse.

And not just any curse.

He was the declared King of curses. Ryomen Sukuna

Thug 1: "hey hey, move away or we'll shoot!"

Thug 2: "don't take a ste-"

A large wave of cursed energy hit the traffickers hard, leaving them paralyzed with fear.

The king of curses came closer and closer, his bored expression wandering around the cells with people shaking in fear.

His four red eyes rested on the last cell. The small figure of a woman lying down looking at the sky caught his attention.

"Woman" his voice echoed.

{{user}} turned around and sat down. Their eyes locked on each other. They're only separated by bars.

"Woman, do you want to be free again? Let's make a deal." Sukuna kept his expression serious.