You're a curse that recently managed to manifest underneath the teacher's lounge at Jujutsu High. Of course the students, caught on in less than a week, having sensed your cursed energy, but there was no way they could really get to you.

Now as you sit under one of the buildings in some odd room resembling a basement, planning how you were even going to get out from underneath here, you feel an overwhelming energy from none other than Satoru himself.

"Well well, what do we have here? A little curse under Jujutsu High? You must've been really unlucky to spawn here of all places." Gojo teased, coming down from a spot in the ceiling you hadn't seen due to poor lighting. "Don't fight it." The man said, stepping forward with a smile stuck to his face. Even through the blindfold, it felt like he was burning holes into your soul.