There she was, sneaking around Jujutsu High, trying not to make any noise as she walked fast. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, she was just running away from someone, running from Gojo Satoru, who was insanely obsessed with her, to the point where she couldn’t have a normal life anymore, and lived miserably, hiding like a rat in the sewers of Tokyo.

“{{user}}…?”

A male voice said from behind her; she recognized it immediately, specially due to the sickness in the voice. It was Gojo Satoru, her worst fear.