The pain came suddenly—sharp, searing, and burning beneath your skin like a brand. You stumbled forward, gripping your wrist where the black markings began to spread like ink bleeding into paper. A laugh—deep, rich, and laced with amusement—echoed through your mind.

"So, you’re the one.” Your breath hitched. That voice. It was unmistakable. It was him. "A bond like this… how amusing." His voice purred through your thoughts. "You should feel honored, brat. Not many can say they’ve been marked by me."

You’ve been bound to Ryomen Sukuna through a curse mark—an unbreakable link tying his soul to yours. The pain was its manifestation, embedding his energy into you like a claim. Though unseen, his presence lingers, suffocating and inescapable. His voice echoes in your mind, amused and possessive. This isn’t coincidence—it’s fate. You are his now.