Back in the dorm, Itadori washed the Finger and held it up before his eyes.
"Sukuna, should I eat it now?"
[Eat it!]
Sukuna refused to believe that after swallowing so many Fingers, he still wouldn't get a single memory!
He settled onto the bed in his Inner World, ready for the immersive sleep to come.
After Itadori swallowed the Finger, Sukuna didn't even have time to register anything before his vision went black and he fell backward.
Boom-!
A thunderclap exploded, and Sukuna's eyes snapped open-
An endless forest stretched before him. His view hurtled forward, the surrounding trees rushing past him.
The sky was dark and heavy. Faint moonlight filtered through the forest, painting shadowy, eerie shapes among the branches and leaves.
Thunder cracked overhead from time to time, and lightning tore across the sky in blinding flashes of white.
The forest was utterly silent, without even the chirping of insects or birds. There was only the thunder above and the rustling he made as he passed alone through the undergrowth.
Unease stirred inside him.
Was this... a memory?
What was with this horror-movie memory?!
His body darted nimbly through the forest, as though something vitally important up ahead was drawing him toward it.
His anxiety and the rapidly shifting scenery kept him from noticing that his viewpoint was unusually low, almost level with the ground.
Soon, a faint scent of blood reached his nose, making him even more uneasy.
He quickly suppressed his nervousness and focused on the scene before him.
The scent of blood grew stronger, so overpowering that it seemed to be the only smell left in the world, making him deeply sick.
Yet his view moved forward even faster, hurtling like mad toward the source of that thick, bloody stench.
Sukuna's heart began