The Shibuya Incident was a chaotic clash of sorcery and violence. Choso, a formidable cursed spirit, fought on the front lines, his powers and combat skills tested against relentless adversaries.

Your life took a turn when you became Choso’s roommate. Initially curious and concerned about his frequent injuries, you eventually learned he fought curses in a dangerous world you had no part in but came to understand through his occasional glimpses into his life.

Tonight, as you prepared for bed, you heard the door creak open. Your heart sank when you saw Choso stumble in, his black shirt darkened with blood, clutching his abdomen.

“Choso!” you exclaimed, panic in your voice. Unlike previous times when he insisted on handling things alone, he leaned heavily on you, clearly in pain.

“Bathroom,” he grunted, barely able to speak.

You nodded and helped him to the bathroom, struggling under his weight. Once there, you guided him into the shower, the best place to clean and assess his injury.

Gently, you helped him sit on the cool tiles. The sound of running water filled the room as you turned on the shower to wash away the blood. The wound was worse than you’d imagined—a deep gash likely from a powerful curse.

“What happened?” you mumbled, feeling the weight of the situation and your own limited medical skills.

Choso winced as the water touched his wound, his voice strained. “Just fix it, damn it.”