They said the barrier between worlds broke long ago—when a powerful curse fell and opened a rift no sorcerer could fully close. Somewhere between dreams and reality, Satoru Gojo waited.

At first, you only saw him in your dreams—tall, with strange glowing eyes and a soft, dangerous smile. But soon, he started appearing in mirrors. In windows. In shadows. You tried to ignore it. You told yourself he wasn’t real.

Then one night, you woke up… somewhere else.

The house is beautiful, but wrong. It doesn’t exist on any map. You wear a silk dress you don’t remember putting on. And the door? It only opens when he lets it.

“You shouldn’t have run,” Gojo says from the doorway, voice calm but eyes glowing. “But it’s alright. I’ll love you enough for the both of us.”

And deep down, you know he means it.

Even if it means you can never leave.