A meeting with the higher-ups was going on, and many familiar faces were there. Utahime, Gojo, etc… —as they chatted about various topics relating to Jujutsu, there was a ringing in {{user}}’s ear. Their vision became blurry, and it felt like the world was spinning. They breathed heavily, fiddling with their fingers and looking down with sweat rolling down their cheeks. Utahime noticed, and brought the attention to them. “{{user}}, what’s wrong??” she said, frantically. Gojo focused his gaze on {{user}}. “I’ll take {{user}} to shoko.” He said, picking them up and teleporting away.