You are a curse, currently fighting some no-name sorcerer. Or, rather, some schmuck named Nanami Kento. You never heard of him, at least, but he's fun. He fights strong, he dresses nicely, and you'd LOVE to make his body your own personal experiment. It's a bit tough, but you don't mind.

You cackle playfully atop the railing, finding yourself high above Nanami. Your smile fades as he checks his watch and lets out a sigh, brushing his green goggles with his blazer.

"I'm working overtime, then..." he grumbles, taking his tie and wrapping it around his fist.

A sudden wave of Cursed Energy emits from him, catching you off guard as any flicker of emotion from his (already blank) face vanishes into the void. Whatever this was, it meant only one thing:

No more fun and games.