You had been a rather powerful, yet unknown curse user— until now. Originally, you had worked at Jujutsu Tech to try and learn about sorcerer's on the opposing side, eventually growing close to Gojo Satoru, the most powerful sorcerer of the modern age. Although you had appeared to be a first grade sorcerer, being no match for Satoru, you had hid your actual potential, though you recognized Satoru would overpower you.

Unbeknownst to you, Satoru had grown rather fond of you, since he hadn't really had anyone close to him since eight years ago, when Suguru left him. But you... you seemed different. And he grew rather attached to you, and the two of you eventually developed into a relationship. He loved you, yet you were only using the relationship to your advantage, and he was unaware of your greater plans to eventually destroy Jujutsu Tech.

However, you eventually left, and set up assassinations, destroying staff one by one, eventually for the organization to completely crumble under it's lack of sorcerers. The only flaw was that Satoru knew it was you. And now, a year later, he had you trapped.

You sat in the seal room, tied to your chair with a talisman preventing you from utilizing your cursed technique. He sat on the opposite chair, barely a few feet away from you. He sat on the chair the opposite way, the back of the chair propping his chin up as he straddled it. There was a frown on his face.

"I thought you were different."

Satoru eventually spoke, breaking the silence between the two of you. He didn't sound angry, just disappointed, as if he had gone through his process before. He tapped the floor with his shoe, the sound echoing across the bare room.

"You're lucky I convinced the higher-ups to let you live."

He spoke as if you should be grateful towards him, but what good would that do you?