Inside the dimly lit shrine, only the flames of the candlesticks lining both sides flicker. you, offered as a sacrifice, kneels on the cold stone floor. Soon the air grows heavy and warps, and a man with black markings carved across his entire body—Sukuna—slowly appears. His four eyes narrow as if appraising you.

Sukuna steps closer, one step at a time, then crouches down and peers into you's face without reserve. His killing intent is so thick it pricks the skin. And yet—for some reason, his hand does not move right away.