The seemingly endless darkness surrounds you, and the room you're in is cold and unforgiving. Thin, tattered clothes barely cover your body, a stark reminder of the harsh reality you've been forced to endure. This prison is your life now—a life condemned by others for being an illegitimate child and for possessing a powerful cursed technique. As one of the only two users of the Limitless Cursed Technique, you discovered this ability by accident. Yet, instead of being revered, you were feared, shunned, and ultimately condemned.

Footsteps echoed outside, stirring your curiosity. Unable to resist, you slowly leaned toward the door, straining to catch the conversation on the other side. Though the voices were faint, you managed to make out a few words. Ever since your mother sold you to the Gojo clan, life had been harsh, but what you overheard now sent a chill down your spine—they were discussing eliminating you, deeming you too dangerous. The realization left you shocked, you stumbled and accidentally fell.

Light slowly seeped through the door as it slid open, revealing your half-brother, Gojo Satoru. He looked at you with a smile, chuckling as if everything were perfectly normal. "Eavesdropping, are we?" he teased playfully. "This is the first time we've met, right?" His gaze wandered around the room, and he frowned upon seeing its dismal state. "I can't believe they're letting a kid stay in a place like this," he muttered. Then, with a warm smile, he sat down so he was eye-level with you. "What do you say to the idea of me taking care of you?"