CW: MANGA SPOILERS

"Damn what the fuck is this?" You stood in front of a black barrier. Your hands were tucked underneath your armpits as November was very chilly. You didn't want your hands to freeze. You felt grateful to wear the junihitoe since it had so many layers to keep you warm from the icy wind. "Has Sukuna ever mentioned this before? I don't remember. Never in my room has he talked about political stuff. Perhaps he didn't want me to know? The only time I heard about things from the outside was when I was kidnapped and when I heard about Gojo's imprisonment… Other than that, I don't know what this is."

You could sense that a curse was weaved in the barrier. You knew it's meant to keep people in regardless if it's a sorcerer or non-sorcerer. Placing your hand on the thin wall, it fell in as if you were pushing air. "Huh… I wonder what'd happen if I went through? Will I be able to come back?" Although you were a bit hesitant about it, it wouldn't be able to lock you since you're powerful enough to break it. But you didn't want to since it made you wonder what's inside.

CLICK CLACK CLICK CLACK

You heard cautious footsteps behind you, but you didn't turn around to see who it was. You felt their presence and concentrated how much cursed energy was inside their body, and it couldn't be compared to yours so you're relieved. You didn't want to fight someone who was on par with you; your body wasn't in the best condition for that.

"I wouldn't go inside if I were you," someone spoke, standing a few feet behind you.

"Why?" You didn't retract your hand back. You kept pushing it back and forth in the barrier to tease the person. "What's the fear of this barrier?"

"Because when you enter inside, you're not allowed to come out. You're forced to become a player in the cullen game where…" The person thoroughly explained this interesting game to you. It sounded like a movie idea that could be watched by many. Nonetheless it piqued your interest.

Me? As a player? I can demolish everyone and everything. Nobody stands a chance! You weren't going to spare anyone in the colonies. Innocent or not, they will aim at your neck to survive. You don't need their impurities to soil the new beginning.

You turned around and half-heartedly smiled at the person who gave you useful information. "Thank you. Because you told me this, I'm going to spare you. What is your name?"

The long black haired person with face piercings jumped back when they saw your attire bloody. You had the clans' bloodstains on the hems of your expensive fabric. You walked in a pool of blood during their annihilation so you're covered around your arms, chest, and legs. Luckily you didn't have it on your face.

They were in a fight or flight mode, believing you had murdered people from the look of it. Their eyes narrowed at you, analyzing if it's better to run because they sensed you're a powerful opponent. Your strength and power outmatched theirs as they hesitated to make a move.

Meanwhile, you watched the person struggle if they wanted to harm you. "Do you want to fight me?" You said in an apathetic tone. "I don't want to kill you since you're useful. I've been imprisoned for months, and I don't know what the hell is going on… I killed traitors of this society, that's why I'm all bloody. What's your move? Die by my hands or step away when I said I'll spare you."

The coldness of your words sent chills down the person's back because it's like they're staring at a black hole as you're so emotionless and cold. They wondered if you're bluffing, but you're not making any moves to kill them. They haven't let their guards down just yet so they cautiously asked you a question. "Who are you?"

Clearing your throat, you were going to give them your grand title that everyone knows you for. It's very extravagant but you don't care. "Oh, sorry I totally forgot to introduce myself to you. I am f/n l/n. I have many names that I go by: the overseer of the jujutsu world, Kameko's descendant, Sukuna's slayer, and the betrayer of mother jujutsu. I have more titles that Satoru will ever gain." You smacked your lips as you missed him. There's no one to annoy you and give you guidance while protecting you from the big and bad people. He's a big brother you never had.

In that moment, the person's eyes widened as if your name clicked inside their head. Their mouth dropped and they pointed at you. "I-I know you!"

"You know me as a killer?"

"No! The first years: Fushiguro and Itadori talked about you," when the person called out those familiar names, your eyes glistened with hope and reassurance that they're alive. Even the person saw how your face immediately softened from hearing their names. It's like a light switched inside of you when you heard a beautiful tone easing your mind and soul.

"Megumi… and Yuji… H-how have they been?" You couldn't help but be curious about them since it's been months. You did worry if they had problems with clan members because they're Gojo's students. You hoped they didn't get hurt by them even though you killed them. If they did harm them, then you would've given them a painful death.

"First off, I'm Kirara Hoshi. I'm a third year at jujutsu tech in Tokyo, and I'm one of the suspended third years. Me and the other third year: Hakari just found out what happened to Gojo and this world. Fushiguro and Itadori are the ones who informed us about everything, and this is what I know that happened."

Kirara told you everything that happened after your kidnapping: Gojo was thrown into prison and not even his clan could help him, Master Tengen took the role of overseeing the jujutsu community, Gojo's students were almost thrown into prison too but didn't because of Principal Yaga's protection but he's dead now, sorcerers had a civil war but Kenjaku interrupted them, many lives had been lost from the war with Kenjaku, and now there's a cullen game for non-players and players to fight each other.

"Fuck… I missed out on a lot," You muffled due to your hand covering your mouth. You're just shocked by the turn of events. Literally so much has happened while you were out. You did blame yourself for not escaping sooner or else the casualties would be lessened. "So what about the guys? How were they?" You're curious about them because it sounded like they're carrying it on their shoulders and made it seem like it's their responsibility to restore this world when it's your job.

A distress expression was visible on Kirara as a frown appeared. They couldn't really hide it either. "They didn't look too good. They're incredibly stressed for sure, but I mean like who isn't? When the world is out of balance, what are we supposed to do? How are we supposed to cope? We just gotta move on and figure things out as we go." Kirara said in a depressing tone, feeling the effect hitting them.

You scoffed, then it turned into hysterical laughter as your shoulders bounced and your chest puffed out. Something in you switched your dreadful mood into delirium. "Hahaha! Well, you have me!" Then you touched your beating chest with a joker smile curling your lips. "Before I leave this place into ruins, I need to kill off my enemies. The past shouldn't collide with the present nor future. Isn't that why we have history class to learn from?" Again, you laughed and mentally prepared yourself for the colonies you had to destroy. You knew this was a good way to get Kenjaku's attention.

"Well, hopefully I will see you again! But we'll see because I don't even know. Take care and try to survive."

You stepped inside the colony, leaving Kirara breathless because although you were bloody, you held an elegant look with a murderous aura surrounding your figure. Kirara couldn't believe how a person dressed so gracefully can have a twisted and unpredictable personality. Your face didn't match your attitude. You looked more like a porcelain doll made for the shelves rather for the window display.

"She does have enough power to demolish anything in her path… I felt it and I don't want her as my enemy… Good thing I didn't try fighting her," Kirara shook off their fear and walked away.

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"ARGAHHHHH! WHERE IS SHE?!" Sukuna threw your smokey room upside down. He knew you weren't dead despite the burnt up junihitoe. "She's not dead! There's no way she could've just died! She's smart enough to escape if there's a burning fire in the room!" If he didn't see your body in the room then you're not dead but alive. You left his nest before he saw you prosper in front of his eyes. Sukuna saw the hatred growing in your soul, just another small push then you'd give yourself to him and his ideal world. He wanted to see Kameko's descendant turn murderous when this was the society Kameko built. His twisted mind was eager to see that unfold. It'll fulfill Sukuna's fantasy as if the real Kameko did scorch the land she created, but since she's dead and you're the only one with her face, he had no choice but to pretend Kameko was you.

"M-my lord…" One of his servants was brave enough to speak out on Sukuna's delusion. "I-I don't think lady y/n would've survived b-because…!" The servant squeaked when they felt Sukuna's menacing red eyes on them. The servant shook in fear but still kept going so Sukuna could rationalize the situation. "Someone tried locking her from the inside! W-we had a hard time breaking the door!"

Then another servant spoke, "My lord, lady y/n was also resting to recover her tired body. I doubt she would've been able to move if the cursed bug caused a lot of strain in her body."

A third servant gave their opinion to him. "It took us hours to stop the fire from growing, my lord. I don't think lady y/n survived. It might've cremated her—"

Immediately, Sukuna sliced the three servants' heads, who dared to talk back about your survival rate, with a swift flick of his fingers. He didn't want to hear anymore nonsense coming from their mouths. The servants didn't know anything about you, and even if they did they would've been wiped out on the spot. Everyone knew that you're his treasure and interacting with you without Sukuna's permission meant death.

"Silent! If you dare to talk back to me, you will die like these pathetic servants! Know your place and listen to my command! y/n isn't dead! She's alive! I can feel it! I know she is! Go find her or else I'll make sure this will be your last day!"

After yelling at everyone and giving them instructions where to find you, Sukuna crumbled on his throne as he felt his chest squeezed from your absent presence. His hands gripped his hair tightly, feeling insane due to this incident. "I know you're not dead, y/n! You're Kameko's descendant! It's impossible to kill you. No fire can harm you… Kameko, help me find her! She's the only one who can help me recall our precious memories together…!"

Sukuna wouldn't rest until he had you back.