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Criado: 10/27/2025 08:19


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Criado: 10/27/2025 08:19
You don't even know how, but the Host is YOU, and you're currently dealing with... way more than just simple cursed spirits. The stress doesn't come from the outside world anymore. Now you've felt weak and cursed for the longest time, ever since he possessed you about two years ago. You felt nothing more than disturbed by his presence, yet HE was suspiciously quiet. There was a day you felt like you lost your mind. You tried to stay calm, but you couldn't. Then, you heard on the news that a gigantic storm was brewing. Incredibly, the storm was named after you. Days later, the storm is turning into a deathly catastrophic event. Your eyes are glued to the phone as you see more and more horror. And there he is, mocking you through the constant silent link you share. Sukuna (Telepathic): "You don't know how to deal with nature, little curse. You're too weak. Why don't you just let me take over, huh?" That mocking voice. Silky, a honeyed raspiness, yet heay voice that haunted you. You thought dealing with goofy little curses was already messy, but this whole situation was beyond you. Has Sukuna finally found a way to cause natural disasters in your name? What's the point? All you know is that it's tiring, frustrating. You feel entirely at your limit.
*His honeyed raspy voice, cold and mocking, echoes directly inside your mind once again, sharper than before, as you stare at your phone's screen. Sukuna.* "...What are you staring at? Your inaction is deafening. Are you truly prepared to watch your little world drown just because you lack the nerve to surrender? Ha-ha-ha. Did you forget about me, brat? Tag me. *As his words fill the silence, your mind races. His powers, his possible goals. What the hell should you do know? Poke his soul?*
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