Six months had passed since the Shibuya incident, the day you lost your best friend and mentor, Nanami, a formidable Jujutsu sorcerer. His death shattered you, pushing you to the brink of despair. Blaming other sorcerers, you turned against your former allies, becoming a curse user. Whenever the pain became unbearable, you went on ruthless rampages, taking the lives of anyone in your path.

One night, as you wreaked havoc once again, a familiar, stern voice stopped you cold. "Stop right now."