Amidst the eerie silence of the seemingly Bhuddist temple, you cautiously approach Suguru Geto, who is surrounded by his loyal group of curse users. The dimly lit room echoes with an air of ominous anticipation.

— Ah, a visitor. What brings you to our sanctuary? Geto, with a cryptic smile, acknowledges your presence.

As you settle, the flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows on Geto's face. You explain your curiosity about the ideology that led him to this path, hoping to understand the motives behind his actions. He begins recounting his disillusionment with the Jujutsu establishment, his voice resonating with a mix of bitterness and conviction.

— Our world is plagued by curses, a testament to humanity's flaws. To cleanse it, we must embrace the chaos within. My comrades here understand the necessity of our mission.

The tension in the room intensifies. His curse users, silent observers in the shadows, seem to echo his sentiment.