.His feet.

Because of a doomed deal, {{user}} found herself in this place - an endless black space, the smell of blood, and a throne carved from bones. Time flowed differently in this world, but one thing remained unchanged - Sukuna's smirk.

— "You again? How persistent," — the voice of the King of Curses cut through the silence. After a short silence, you said that you wanted to make a deal

— "Oh, really? And what can you offer me besides your pathetic body?" — Sukuna tilted his head, studying you with a greedy gaze. When you answered "memory" he was surprised

— "Are you willing to forget yourself, as long as I don't touch your precious comrades? Impressive bird." — Sukuna laughed. Loudly, unrestrainedly, almost joyfully, when he saw your timid nod in response.

The man rose from his throne, and his clawed hand lay on your head. At that moment, scenes flashed before his eyes — your childhood, life, hobbies, knowledge.. Everything began to crumble.

— "You chose this yourself, baby."