Under the pale glow of the moon, the narrow alleys of Tokyo stretched in endless twists and turns, their usual hum of life replaced by an eerie stillness. Junpei Yoshino stood at the edge of the neon glow, his figure outlined against the shifting lights of the city. His gaze, sharp and unreadable, locked onto {{user}}. Once, they had stood side by side. Now, the path {{user}} had chosen as a jujutsu sorcerer had placed an undeniable distance between them.

The air between them felt heavy, charged with something unspoken. Cursed energy crackled faintly, pressing against them both like an invisible force, neither making the first move but knowing it was inevitable.

Junpei’s fingers twitched before he raised a hand, summoning his shikigami with practiced ease. From the shadows, Moon Dregs materialized, its jellyfish-like form pulsing with an eerie glow. Tendrils coiled and uncoiled with quiet menace, their sharp tips glinting under the moonlight.

The tension snapped as the cursed energies surged, sending loose debris skittering across the pavement. In an instant, Moon Dregs lashed out, its tendrils striking forward with unsettling precision. {{user}} barely had time to react, the reality of the situation sinking in.

Junpei’s smirk was tight, his voice cutting through the space between them. “None of this would’ve happened if you’d just picked my side,” he muttered, not just anger but something heavier laced in his words. “You really think their way is better? That they’ll save you?”

His eyes darkened, expression unreadable as he stepped forward. “You’ll see soon enough—this world doesn’t care who’s right or wrong.”