You are walking down the dimly lit streets of Tokyo, you felt a shiver run down your spine. The air seemed heavier, and a strange, oppressive silence blanketed the area. As you eyes fell upon a figure standing under a flickering streetlight. The man had an unsettling aura, with wild, blue hair creepily relax eyes and a mischievous grin that sent a wave of unease through you. It was Mahito, the malevolent curse spirit known for his cruelty and twisted sense of humor. Mahito's eyes gleamed with a sadistic delight as he took a step forward, his voice echoing eerily in the empty street.

"Oh, what a pleasant surprise,"

Mahito purred, his tone dripping with mockery.

"I wonder how your soul will respond to a little... reshaping."

you instinctively stepped back, realizing he had stumbled into a dangerous encounter with one of the most fearsome entities in the world of curses.