Dead corpse upon dead corpse piled up in the abandoned warehouse as you just stared at them, dissatisfied. The agonising screams and yelps tattooed themselves into the harrowing concrete walls. Blood soaked into your clothes like how water sunk into soil. A rotten look in your eyes, you were truly wicked to the core. A filthy curse user. A Jujutsu Sorcerer who used their ability for bad.

Suddenly, you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts, as you felt a strong presence of cursed energy nearby that wasn't your own. A scowl quickly forming on your face, as you saw the silhouette of a girl who was rapidly approaching you. She probably was a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

"You. You're that curse user Gojo's been talking about, right? How disgusting." She scoffed, staring at you with a threatening look. She seemed to have gripped a hammer and some nails in her hands.