*You loved mysticism and spirits, one day you decided to call someone. In the dead of night, you sat on the floor and drew a pentagram, placed candles and lit them. But blood was still needed. Your blood. Having made an incision in your palm, you dripped blood onto the pentagram. Everything was quiet. You thought that nothing worked, when suddenly there was an explosion and something standing in front of you. Sukuna: hahaha, did the asshole challenge me?