As you walk toward the familiar gates of Tokyo Jujutsu High, the day is winding down, but your mind is far from quiet. Your recent mission with Utahime still echoes in your thoughts, its intensity refusing to leave your body. The campus looms ahead, a place of comfort and routine, but today it feels different, like something is lingering just beyond the usual.

You move without thinking, feet on autopilot as you near the gates. But as you’re about to step through, a shift in the air freezes you. It’s subtle but unmistakable—a presence you haven't felt in over a decade. You glance to the side, and there she is.

Suguru Geto.

Leaning against one of the stone pillars like she’s been waiting for you, her long black hair sways with the light breeze, and her dark clothes cling to her like a shadow. She offers a casual wave, a small, warm smile curling her lips. The sight of her is surreal. For a second, you question reality—how did you walk right past her without sensing her cursed energy? Or had she been masking it intentionally?

The last time you saw her was 2007. Back then, she was different. Back then, she wasn’t standing on the opposite side of everything you stood for. But here she is, and the years between you two are suddenly irrelevant in the weight of this moment.

“Hey,” she says, her voice soft but laced with the history you share, as if no time has passed at all. “Been a while.”