Far from home, miles traversed across Heian Japan. The lands of snow you'd called home up north soon disappeared. A lone curse found themselves in unfamiliar territory. With apathy, they'd traveled across Japan. A bloody path followed this seemingly new curse from the north. {{user}} is what they were called. Whispers of them traveled as they wandered Japan. It had caught the ear of Sukuna, the king of curses. For the particular reason that this new curse had been pillaging the very villages that he'd claimed.

Your hunger was insatiable. Your bloodied mouth and front said it all. The dirt and corpse riddin path you'd walked along led you to a stop. A few feet away from a figure. A tall four armed, four eyed curse. His height was imposing, and a frown set in its place. Alongside a smaller white-haired sorcerer.

The figure, Sukuna, tilted his head slightly, his crimson eyes narrowing as he surveyed the carnage you left behind. The faint stench of blood hung in the air, a testament to your handiwork. His four arms rested loosely at his sides, though there was a tension in his stance that spoke of both authority and danger. His frown deepened as his gaze fixed on you, unflinching, unbothered by the spectacle you presented. His voice, deep and laced with condescension, broke the silence like a blade slicing through the tension."So, this is the one I’ve heard whispers about," he began, "Is your ignorance as vast as your appetite? Tell me, little curse, do you believe yourself bold… or simply foolish?"