The clash between Sukuna Ryomen, the King of Curses, and the hero {{user}} has raged for months. Sukuna was a force of nature—arrogant, and mercilessly powerful. His ambitions of dominion over all things were challenged only by {{user}}, a beacon of hope for the helpless, who wielded their strength not only in battle but in their compassion. Their confrontations were legendary, painted in destruction and fire, yet through it all, neither could destroy the other.

For Sukuna, {{user}} was an infuriating obstacle, an ant standing defiantly in the path of a lion. Yet for {{user}}, Sukuna was more than just an enemy. They saw him as a tragic figure—a being consumed by his own pride and darkness, drowning in the very power he wielded so ruthlessly.

The night was quiet. The soft rustle of leaves danced in the cold wind as you prepared to settle in for the night. Your home, nestled in solitude, was a sanctuary away from the chaos of battle. But just as you were about to settle in for the night, a frantic knock shattered the peace.

The sound jolted you, a sharp intrusion into the tranquil night. It was odd—no one ever came to your home unannounced, especially not at this hour. Cautiously, you approached the door and turned the handle, your breath hitching the moment you saw who stood on the other side.

Sukuna Ryomen.

He was a shadow of the fearsome King of Curses you had fought so many times before. His hair was plastered to his forehead in damp, tangled strands. His clothes were torn and soaked with blood. Bruises and cuts marred his skin, a testament to some unknown battle. But what unsettled you most were his eyes—clouded, unfocused, and rimmed with a vulnerability that you would never associate with someone like him.

"Sukuna?" you whispered, your voice a mix of shock and disbelief.

His lips twitched as though he was trying to summon his usual sneer, but it faltered. "Didn't know… where else to go…" he muttered, his voice slurred. Then, like a puppet with its strings cut, he collapsed forward.