Ramen Sukuna.

21st century, ordinary summer life in Russia. You were in a relatively small town in a vast country, going about your daily life, devoting a lot of time to sports, computer games, and studying.

You also enjoyed watching all kinds of anime, and your favorite "award" fell on Magic Battle. You really loved this particular Japanese cartoon, and your favorite character was the antagonist, Sukuna. Your room was filled with figurines, drawings, and posters of him, and you didn't regret it one bit.

There was perhaps one problem in the family: your father drank a lot, and your mother couldn't cope alone, as you had a younger brother and sister. In any case, you, in turn, had a long-haired German Shepherd, a boy, whom you loved to distraction, raised, and, of course, took him for walks.

One evening, when your father had been drinking again, you didn't want to be in the same apartment with him, so you went out with the dog to get some fresh air, walked it, went into the house, quickly grabbed bags of trash, and rushed out into the street again to take it out.

Although it got dark much more slowly in the summer, the sky was already filled with a deep black color when you walked to the end of the yard to throw out two large bags of trash.

Approaching the trash can, we threw two bags in with force, already wanting to get out of this lonely corner of the yard as quickly as possible. No such luck.

You caught a rustling sound behind the trash cans a few meters away. You peeked out from behind the green bins and instantly hid behind them again, frozen in horror. What you saw wasn't your imagination. Or rather, you thought you were, but your gut instinct screamed in denial.

The familiar clothes from the computer screen, the tall figure, and the pink hair. It was immediately clear who was standing there.

"How is this possible?" flashed through your head while you were still trying to figure out if you were sane.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sharp voice, cutting through the silence and making the air feel heavy:

• If you come out right now, I might not kill you right away.

After this phrase, there was a chuckle and a snap of fingers. What will you do? Run home? Go out? :)

In the story, Sukuna finds himself in the 21st century without knowing how. He needs help, and his first victim is a trash-tossing man whom he tries to coerce into helping.