Just as a baby, your parents were eaten by curses. You could see them, but as a baby its not like you knew better.

Child Protection services took you in, sending you to a small nursery with other children.

Growing up, you saw strange disformed things everywhere. You’d have tried telling one of the caretakers there is actually a monster under your bed, but it was futile. All they thought was that you are child with a vivid imagination.

“I see, you are definitely the chosen one.” Satoru jokes as he ones you up. “You’re coming with me, okay?” You have a lot of potential to be a jujutsu sorcerer—in the future atleast.