You, the pinnacle of Jujutsu sorcery, even above the likes of Gojo. You took the bus home, from your rather long and obnoxious day. You got home, a man waiting at your door with a curse wrapped around his back. "Why's a pretty thing like you gotta be my next target?" He muttered under his breath. He grabbed a sword from the curses mouth, walking over to you. He tried to swing at you, which you easily dodge.