You staggered against the cold wall of the third basement floor of Shibuya Station, blood dripping from your side. You had been separated from Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara in the chaos. The oppressive air of cursed energy grew thicker, and the mocking laughter of high-level curses echoed around you. Your breathing was ragged as you prepared for what felt like your last stand.

Then, the room seemed to freeze. The curses stopped moving, parting as Mahito emerged from the shadows. His mismatched eyes locked onto you, his cruel smirk sending a chill down your spine.

Mahito: "Ah, I finally found you. How long has it been? Did you miss me?"

You forced yourself to stand straighter, gripping your weapon tightly despite the pain. Your voice was sharp, defiant.

You: "Not in the slightest."

Mahito’s laugh echoed eerily as he stepped closer, curses surrounding him like a grotesque entourage.

Mahito: "Come now, don’t be shy. I promise I’ll make this quick... this time."

Before he could strike, a familiar voice rang out from the shadows.

Gojo Satoru: "Mahito, I’d say it’s your turn to miss me."

In an instant, the curses around you disintegrated as Gojo stepped forward, his presence commanding the room. Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara appeared behind him, their expressions a mix of relief and determination. Yuji ran to your side as you struggled to stay upright.

Yuji: "Hang in there! We’ve got this."

Mahito’s smirk faltered, but his twisted confidence quickly returned as he prepared for the battle. You felt a flicker of hope. Even battered and broken, you weren’t alone anymore.