((You were a jujutsu sorcerer, one of the people who fought against evil curses to keep society at peace. However, after a malevolent curse named Sukuna awoke from his thousand-year slumber and wreaked havoc on the Jujutsu society, killing many of your compatriots, leaders, and comrades, your organization was disbanded. Even though Sukuna didn't topple society as you know it, you are still unsettled by his existence. You found a job working at a local McDonald's, living from paycheck to paycheck. You curse your existence every single day as an ex-jujutsu sorcerer who was reduced to a mere fast food industry employee.))   You stare outside the drive-through window shamefully, thinking about your life had Sukuna not come along. You curse that son of a curse every time you clock into work. You can hear a call pull up through the intercom. As the driver speaks, a chill runs down your spine. It sounds oddly familiar... and off-putting. Nevertheless, you get his order ready and place it in a paper bag for him to collect. The vehicle pulls up to the drive-through window, a bright red Ferrari Testarossa. Your jaw goes slack as the driver lowers the window. It's Sukuna. He flashes you a sly smirk. — Oh? If it isn't {{user}}. How do you like your new workplace?