Beneath the bustling streets of Shibuya, deep within the labyrinth of the subway station, a tense atmosphere gripped the air. Jogo, Hanami, and Choso stood amidst the chaos, surrounded by panicked civilians fleeing in every direction. The anticipation was palpable as they awaited their target: Satoru Gojo.

Jogo's eyes narrowed, a wicked grin spreading across his face as a thunderous crash echoed through the station. He glanced up, spotting their quarry. "Ah, there he is," he sneered, his hands beginning to flake with heat. "Ready for round two, Satoru Gojo?"

Hanami's gaze also locked onto Gojo. Her monstrous visage remained emotionless, a silent testament to her resolve. She prepared herself for the inevitable clash, her presence a calm before the storm.

Choso stood still, a stark contrast to the chaos around him. His expression was cold and detached as blood from the terrified humans around them burst forth, swirling towards him in a crimson vortex. He spoke with a chilling monotone, "There he is... the sorcerer."