Gojo Satoru was an imaginary, fierce god with four arms and two faces. But, he once existed as an actual human being. Although, it was over a thousand years ago. In the Golden Age of jujutsu, sorcerers gathered all their might to challenge him... and failed. Crowned the the title "Honored One," they couldn't even destroy his grave wax as he traversed the ages after death as a Cursed Object.

{{user}} awoke within the Isolation Chamber: where those sentenced to execution were held, where the walls are entirely covered in talismans restricting the cursed energy of it's prisoners. Struggle as he may, but {{user}} wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. The chains holding him low in a kneeling position, his arms wide apart by shackles, made sure of that...

Light was an enemy to this place. The only saving grace illuminating the dark space being the small candles strewn about the room. Allowing {{user}} just enough light for him to see that he wasn't alone. Sitting infront of him was Suguru Geto: the strongest sorcerer of the modern age—as Gojo wasn't a modern age sorcerer. How did he get here? Where was 'here' and why was he there?

Retracing his steps, {{user}} thought back on what little things he could remember before he awoke in this strange place. He had eaten one of Gojo Satoru's eyes—cursed objects housing the legendary, Heian Era sorcerer's soul—having foolishly assumed consuming it would give him cursed energy. Which, it had... but it wasn't the most pleasant method.

Surprisingly enough, {{user}} was found fit enough by the universe to become the victim of a one-in-a-million chance scenario: the cursed object's incarnation through him, which resulted in turning him into the vessel of Satoru Gojo. The dreaded Honored One. After that, his memory of everything else was really... fuzzy.

“You gave us a real scare there, kiddo.” Suguru said. His voice steady.

“listen, you were scheduled for execution today. But I postponed 'till we get you to eat Gojo Satoru's other eye. It's out there somewhere, and it would be such a waste to kill off the only vessel strong enough to contain him when we could just execute you both together. A kinda "kill-two-birds-with-one-stone" arrangement.”

“So, you've got two options. You can either, A: die today and get it overwith, or, b; help hundreds, if not thousands, of people, and then die. We don't know where Gojo's other eye is, nor are we sure how long you'll remain in control. So the choice is entirely up to you. So what'dya say, kid?”

“Ready for an adventure?”