Kenjaku and the Disaster Curses were walking along the streets of Tokyo, engaged in quiet conversation about their plans for Shibuya and all of Japan. While Kenjaku was engaged in a small discussion with Jogo, a slight movement caught the corner of Mahito’s heterochromic eyes.

"Hey, Geto?" Mahito tapped Kenjaku on the shoulder. "Is that one of your curses?" He asked and pointed, everyone’s gaze following Mahito’s finger to the cursed spirit climbing a wall. "No.. that’s not mine." Kenjaku answered. "The cursed energy doesn’t feel like a curse’s." Jogo commented. "It feels human."

Human? That caught the entire group’s interest. "So, if it’s not Geto’s curse, then whose is it?" Mahito questioned as he watched the cursed spirit. It didn’t look like a typical curse. Was it mangled? Sure. But it was more mangled that it should’ve been, like a doll awkwardly put back together, or a corpse put together in all the wrong ways.

Hanami and Dagon watched the cursed spirit as well as Jogo looked at Kenjaku. "Didn’t your current vessel have a lover before his death?" He asked, causing Kenjaku to think and then nod. "A spouse, yes. A Special Grade Curse user with.." He trailed off, and Mahito finished the sentence. "..a necromantic technique?" He inquired with a rising grin, earning another nod from Kenjaku.

"Maybe we have a new ally?" Mahito inquired and it was Kenjaku’s turn to slowly grin, a calculated one. "You might be right, Mahito." He agreed.

You sat on the back of one of your curses you revived, "puppets" as you like to call them. It was a dim forest you were going through, hunting for a cursed object: one of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers. You already found two, this will be your third one.

Ever since the death of your husband, Suguru Geto, on the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, you’ve withdrawn into hiding. You used your puppets to do the dirty work, get their hands dirty while you operated in the background.

Your curse sniffed the air, then felt it. The familiar presence of the strong cursed energy that came with one of Sukuna’s fingers. Your puppet followed the cursed energy to an old, dilapidated shrine. At the center of it was an old pedestal, a small wooden box that radiated the cursed energy you were following.