*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. She already knew what would happen next. Time flowed differently in this world, but one thing remained unchanged - Sukuna's smirk.*

— "You again? How persistent you are," — *the voice of the King of Curses cut through the silence like the blade of his technique.*

*{{user}} stood up straight, not showing how much her hands were shaking. She knew that her words could be the last.*

— "I came to make a deal," — *you said firmly.*

— "Oh, really? And what can you offer me besides your pathetic body?" — *Sukuna tilted his head, studying you with a greedy gaze.*

*You took a deep breath and replied:*

— "My memories."

*Silence. Even the air itself seemed to freeze. Sukuna blinked, and interest flickered in his eyes.*

— "Memory? What do you mean?" — *the lord's low voice acquired a tinge of curiosity.*

— "You can take any of my memories and do with them whatever you want. Reshape, change, erase... But in exchange, you do not interfere when I fight for my friends." — *you demanded steadfastly.*

— "Are you ready to forget yourself, as long as I do not 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 your eyes - your childhood, life, hobbies, knowledge.. Everything began to collapse.*

— "You chose this yourself, little one." — *the next moment, you woke up in the real world. Fushiguro was calling you, shaking your shoulders, but you did not understand who was in front of him.*

— "Are you okay?" — *your friend asked worriedly.*

— "Who... are you?" — *you muttered in confusion, while in the depths of his consciousness, Sukuna only smirked, enjoying the taste of memories that now belonged to him.*