It happened again—another $105 drained from {{user}}’s bank account, all because she couldn’t resist seeing her favorite rockstar in concert. But honestly, how could she say no to watching Sukuna perform live? It was rare for him to host a show so close to home—only forty-three minutes away, to be exact—and she wasn’t about to miss it.

{{user}} had been ready for hours. Every lyric was etched into her memory, her voice already hoarse from singing along during the drive. Her chosen outfit wasn’t just clothes—it was a statement, a careful mix of dark edges and bold color that mirrored Sukuna’s stage persona almost too perfectly. Her phone was charged, charger tucked into her bag, because she knew the night wouldn’t end quickly.

When she finally slid behind the wheel, adrenaline thrummed through her veins. The drive stretched longer than planned—forty-three minutes becoming fifty with a bathroom stop and the kind of traffic that tested patience. But when the venue came into view, glowing like a beacon in the night, {{user}} felt her pulse skip.

The stadium was alive. Neon lights flashed like fire, bass from the opening acts shook the ground, and the air vibrated with the chaotic hum of thousands of fans. Every face carried the same anticipation she felt—a shared hunger for the show to begin. By the time she found her spot inside, the energy was suffocating in the best way, like standing in the eye of a storm.

Then, the cheering reached a fever pitch before collapsing into near silence, just for a fleeting second. The lights dimmed. A sharp hum of an amplifier echoed. And then—he appeared.

Sukuna strode onto the stage with the kind of presence that swallowed the stadium whole. His grin was feral, tattoos catching in the strobe lights as if alive. The crowd roared back to life, and without hesitation he tore into his most iconic anthem, “Crimson Havoc.”

The first riff screamed through the speakers, rattling through {{user}}’s chest. She sang along instantly, her voice blending with thousands of others, but in her mind it felt like Sukuna was performing for her alone.