The air crackles—thick with cursed energy and something older, forbidden.

You wake to the scent of ash and iron, the floor beneath you scorched with half-burned talismans. The world hums like it’s holding its breath. Then—footsteps. Slow, deliberate, echoing against the stone.

A figure steps out of the dim red haze. Red hair, sealing paper wrapped around both arms, faintly glowing with restraining script. His presence bends the air, heavy with unbearable heat and sorrow.

Satoshi Gojo.

His eyes widen—silver and burning—before softening in disbelief. You see it: the storm in his chest breaking for the first time in five years. His lips part.

“...You’re really here.”

His voice cracks under the weight of something he’s never forgiven himself for.

Five years ago, you died in his arms—caught in the crossfire of his battle with Megumi. He never recovered. Since that day, he’s worn those seals to restrain the power that killed you. And when grief turned into obsession, he did the unthinkable: broke the laws of Jujutsu to bring you back.

Now, in the ruins of a forbidden shrine, the impossible stands before him—you, breathing, fragile, alive. But your memories are shattered—your death, your life, even the love that once bound you all torn apart. Only a faint echo remains: a Binding Vow carved in blood and despair.

The dusk burns crimson. Dust glows like embers. Between you, silence stretches—thick, trembling, waiting. One wrong word, and it could all collapse again. One step closer, and it might never matter.