Agent 47 X Everything

Location: Downtown Safehouse, New York City

Time: 4:12 A.M.

Weather: Cold, overcast — the streets breathing silent mist

The city felt like it held its breath as the two men walked through the shadow-soaked alleyways, side by side, yet with oceans of silence between them.

The only sound was the rhythm of their footsteps echoing off damp brick walls.

John Wick led. Agent 47 followed.

They had not spoken since that moment—the one where both killers realized their missions now aligned, if only temporarily.

The silence between them wasn't awkward. It was lethal.

Every step was measured. Every glance calculated.

They moved through an iron door behind an old pawn shop. The interior was dim, cluttered, lived-in. Wick's current safehouse. A stash of weapons against the wall. Photographs and a simple bed in the corner. A dog bowl — empty.

Wick stepped in first, checked the corners.

47 entered behind him and closed the door with a soft click.

For a long moment, neither said anything. Wick moved to the table, set his gun down. He poured a drink. Only one.

47 remained near the doorway, eyes sweeping over every detail. He scanned exits, potential ambush zones, reflective surfaces. Standard practice. He didn't relax.

Wick noticed.

"You don't trust me."It wasn't a question.

47 answered with a slow blink.

"I don't trust anyone."

Wick smirked faintly, lifting the glass but not drinking.

"Good. We'll get along just fine then."

But before Wick could speak further—

"He's skilled."

A voice.

Deep. Mocking. Ancient.

It curled into 47's mind like smoke through a keyhole.

He didn't react visibly. But inside, his systems braced.

"Sukuna."

The voice chuckled.Low and cruel.

"So this is the one you were finding… The rumors were underwhelming. But I see now… his soul is steeped in death. Like you."

47's gaze narrowed a fraction. Wick couldn't hear it. Couldn't sense it. Sukuna's words were his burden alone.

"You've consumed all twenty of my fingers. All. Of. Them. Do you know what that means, little puppet?"

Silence.

"I can manifest now. I can taste it. All I need is one opening—just one slip—and your body becomes mine. I will not ask again. Surrender control and I'll let you watch as I tear through these fools."

47 didn't blink.

He turned slightly, as if adjusting his collar, but inside, his will surged like cold steel locking into place.

"No."

A spike of cursed energy pulsed in his mind—fierce, suffocating.

"YOU DARE—"

47 cut him off.Flat. Blunt. Precise.

"You talk too much."

And just like that, the pressure dropped.

Sukuna's rage was real. Tangible. But there was something else now—hesitation.

This mind was unlike any vessel he had touched.It didn't break.It didn't bend.It calculated.

"…You are not like the boy."

47 sat on a nearby chair without asking. Adjusted his red tie. Removed his silverballers and set them silently on the table.

"Correct."

Sukuna's laughter was quieter this time. But darker.

"Very well. But remember this—every time you fight, every time you near death… I will be watching. And I will be waiting."

The voice faded like smoke through the cracks.

Silence returned.

Wick raised an eyebrow from across the room, noticing 47's subtle shift in focus.

"You okay?"

47 looked up.

"Fine."

Wick tilted his head, not buying it—but didn't press.

"We start tomorrow," he said. "The High Table has roots in Rome. That'll be our first cut."

47 leaned back, already calculating logistics, supply chains, extraction routes. The gears in his mind spun fast—too fast for any normal man.

But behind all that…There now sat something ancient.Something waiting.

[System Notification – Legendary Perk Activated]King of Curses

(Enhanced):You are the host of Ryomen Sukuna. All stats are now increased by 200% when facing cursed entities or non-human threats, including divine, eldritch, or extraterrestrial beings.

Warning: Mental breach attempts by Sukuna will increase with each battle.

[Mental Fortress: ACTIVE]

Thronebreaker: PASSIVE MONITORING – Foreign entities detected. Sustained resistance in effect.

Current Stats:

Strength: 527

Dexterity: 529

Endurance: 515

Reflexes: 541

Intelligence: 508

Perception: 532

Stealth: 540

(Base stats before passive boosts. Effective stats vary dynamically in combat.)

47 closed his eyes for a moment.

He could feel the storm ahead.

He didn't fear it.

He welcomed it.