Location: Continental Hotel – Nightfall | Neon City Outside
The glow of streetlights reflected off rain-slicked glass as Agent 47 stepped into his hotel room.A muted hush fell as the door clicked shut behind him, and for the first time in hours, he was alone.
The system window glowed faintly in the air before him:
[TARGET IDENTIFIED: "BABA YAGA" (John Wick). CONTRACT ACCEPTED.][REST ADVISED. PREPARATIONS RECOMMENDED.]
47 glanced at the timer blinking quietly at the bottom of the window and gave a short nod to himself.He booked a modest room at the front desk earlier — professional, clean, no unnecessary questions.
He moved with his usual deliberate grace, removing his jacket and holsters with practiced ease,lining up his silverballers and freshly cleaned fiber wire on the bedside table.
A glance toward the darkened window.His world was quiet — but not for long.
47 sat on the edge of the bed and slowly lowered himself onto his back.As his eyes closed, the room melted away.
And in its place, the world of blood and skulls returned.
🩸 SUKUNA'S DOMAIN
Location: The Blood-Slick Throne Hall | Endless Red Darkness
47 materialized once more into the cursed landscape —an endless hall paved in skulls and viscera, shadows swirling around a grotesque throne.
And there sat Sukuna, King of Curses, leering down at him like some monstrous emperor.
"You again," Sukuna drawled, elbow on his throne.His sharp eyes flicked up and down at 47, brow furrowing."And still… that empty stare."
47 regarded him with blank, indifferent eyes.
"What is it?"His tone was as flat as a gunmetal slide.
That earned a dark chuckle — until Sukuna paused, sniffing the air as if sensing something missing.His cursed tattoos glowed faintly, brow creasing deeper.
"Wait…" Sukuna muttered, leaning forward."Why can't I feel any cursed energy out there?What kind of world is this?"
47 remained silent, hands loosely at his sides.
Sukuna scowled, claws drumming irritably against the throne.
"Hey.Don't ignore me.Answer me, Baldy."
His golden eyes glared."Where the hell are we?"
A beat of silence.And then, finally—
"Different universe," 47 answered in his clipped tone."No curses here. No sorcerers. Nothing that concerns you."
Sukuna blinked — then barked a laugh.
"Different universe?! Ha!"
His laughter echoed around the grotesque hall, loud and incredulous.
"And you dragged me into this? You let me hitch a ride into some cursedless world?What kind of vessel are you?"
47 met the cursed king's mocking grin with a blank expression.
"A professional," he replied calmly.
"And this is a contract. Nothing more."
That smug smile faltered slightly.Sukuna rose halfway off his throne, eyes gleaming.
"Contract?" Sukuna echoed.
"You speak like I'm some kind of hired muscle.Do you have any idea who you're sharing a body with?"
And then 47 took a measured breath.
"King of Curses," he acknowledged, voice as flat as a report."And still irrelevant in this world."
"You can't touch me.You can't change my objective."
"That's all you need to know."
That silence that followed was palpable — tense as a tripwire.
And then, slowly, Sukuna's brow twitched.He was confused.And worse — amused.
"Hah," Sukuna scoffed, leaning back into his throne at last.
"You really are a piece of work.Going universe-hopping like it's nothing."
"And you're not scared of me at all, are you?"
47's gaze never wavered.
"No."
One simple word.
"Your threats mean nothing outside this Domain," 47 continued."And I'm here for a different target.Save your rage."
Sukuna's sharp grin spread anew, though his eyes burned like coals.
"Tch. Bold," he said, an edge of laughter in his voice."We'll see how long that composure holds.Maybe I'll enjoy watching you stumble into a world with a real challenge."
And then the cursed king's grin twisted.A ripple of red light.And in that instant, the Domain began to shatter —the endless blood and skulls dispersing like mist.
"Until then, hitman," Sukuna's voice rumbled one last time as darkness took over."Stay alive.It's so much more entertaining that way."
Back to Reality
Location: Continental Hotel | Early Morning
47's eyes opened to the faint light of dawn creeping in through the blinds.He was already awake, already composed — as if nothing had happened.
And outside the window?The city was stirring.
He rose without a word.No fear.No hesitation.
A contract.And that was all that mattered