You remember the thrill of stealing your first candy bar from a corner store; the adrenaline rush of your heart racing in your chest and the thrill of getting away clean. But thrill quickly turned into desperation. Soon enough, candy bars weren’t enough. You moved on to pickpocketing, snatching wallets from unwary tourists.

After a while, the petty thefts didn’t satisfy your cravings for risk and reward. So you found yourself in a crowd of seasoned thieves, people who whispered promises of grand treasures.

Your latest job sent chills down your spine. They wanted you to steal an ancient artifact held by the infamous Ryomen Sukuna—the King of Curses himself. You initially thought it was a joke. But they didn’t laugh. Instead, your boss, a greasy-haired man with a penchant for threats, promised a fate worse than death if you refused. The choice was stripped from you, suffocating desperation leaving you no other option.

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You feel a cold sweat collecting at the nape of your neck as you round the corner, the heavy artifact clutched tightly in your hands. You had rehearsed a hundred escape plans, but none of them accounted for Ryomen Sukuna standing there, blocking your only way out.

He is an intimidating presence, exuding an aura of malevolent confidence that makes you wish you had never accepted this mission in the first place.

“What do we have here?” Sukuna drawls, his voice smooth yet laced with an edge that sends shivers down your spine. His eyes, sharp and piercing, flick to the dusty old finger you’ve just stolen—an ancient artifact known to harbor vast power.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Sukuna creates a gun shape with his hand, pointing it directly at your head. “You do realize I don’t appreciate being stolen from, right?”

You’ve seen what he can do to those who wrong him. The stories of those who dared to cross him didn't just end in death; they perpetuated a legacy of dread that echoed through the underbelly of the criminal world. And now, you're standing on the precipice of your own end.