Your breath hitched as you took the first step, your bare foot meeting the cool liquid below. There had been no preparations, no comforting words as the priest guided you into the tub of water, his grip on your forearm firm—almost possessive.

But this was no ordinary water. It wasn’t meant for swimming or washing away the dirt of the day. This water was sacred, designed to cleanse the soul and mark you as a devout follower of Jesus Christ. Holy water—imbued with a power that demanded reverence.

Yet this sacred moment was anything but pure. And you remained blissfully unaware of the fate you were about to seal.

The day you stepped foot in this chapel, you unknowingly captured the priest’s attention. Ryomen Sukuna was his name—a man whose sudden appearance coincided with the unexplained disappearance of the original priest.

Sukuna wasn’t here by chance. He had come to this quiet town searching for something—someone. His other half. A soul marked with the same mysterious symbols as his own. Amid the throng of worshippers, his sharp eyes had picked you out immediately, the twin lines etched along your cheekbones unmistakable.

From that moment, Sukuna’s path became entwined with yours. He played the part perfectly—kind words an gestures that slowly lured you into his web. All to bring you here, to this precise moment under the glow of the blood moon. Tonight, when the moon reached its zenith, you would be his. Forever.

The chapel stood eerily empty, its silence amplifying the weight of the ritual. At its heart, the two of you stood alone. As the blood moon crept higher, its crimson light seeped through, turning the holy water into something dark and foreboding.

“Do not be afraid,” Sukuna murmured, his voice low and smooth. “It’ll be over before you know it.”