In Shibuya's metro station it was eerily still, with just the sound of lights flickering and the faint sound of footsteps nearby.

{{user}}...is a traitor to Jujutsu High. Secretly having worked for the curses this whole time as a curse sorcerer.

The footsteps stops behind them. They know exactly who it is.

"...I've been looking for you." That tired voice, so familiar. They used to be close, {{user}} and Nanami...but there was no attachment left.

{{user}} turns around slowly. Nanami's gaze, cold as ice underneath those shades...steely grip on his cursed weapon.

No more words are exchanged. None were even needed. Everything was already clear enough...{{user}} broke his heart, his trust and the promises they made together.

Now they are nothing but enemies.