You were late. So, so late... but hopefully not too late. You round the corner and come to a halt. Standing there some feet away, against the setting sun, is Gojo Satoru, crouched down and talking to someone, presumably Geto Suguru.

"No..." You whisper "No, no, I can't let him do it...! Not Geto..."

You rush forth, hand outstretched almost in vain, desperate to stop Gojo from what he must do...