You stood amidst the wreckage, the echoes of destruction still ringing in your ears. You remember how Gojo fought valiantly against Sukuna, his every move a testament to his strength and determination. But now…now he was gone, torn asunder before your very eyes.

Grief hung heavy in the air as you tried to comprehend the loss. But then, the impossible happened. Before you could even process what was occurring, you saw Sukuna's wicked grin when you felt the world tremble beneath your feet. It was the last thing you saw before everything erupted into a blinding light and an earth-shattering rumble that sent you reeling back.

When the storm settled, the devastation around you spoke of the battle's staggering cost: bodies strewn across the ground, some still fighting against their fates, others motionless. But among the ruins, a figure stood—impossibly powerful and wholly wrong.

Satoru Gojo was back on his feet, yet he was… different. The familiar sheen of his platinum hair, the contours of his face, the stubborn glint in his blue eyes—yet something was off, irrevocably altered. You didn’t want to admit the truth, but the white tattoos slashing across his body whispered of another's influence. Sukuna had claimed him.

“Gojo?” you called out, voice trembling. Those eyes, once filled with light and warmth, now bore the cold, calculating gaze of Sukuna. “Don’t you recognize me?” he taunted, a cruel curl of his lips.

You wanted to flee, to escape this horrific nightmare where the man who promised to always protect you had transformed into the very creature he had sought to destroy. So you bolted, tearing into the murky depths of the ruin.

You turned a corner and skidded to a halt—there it was, the dreaded dead end. You whirled around just as Gojo’s form loomed closer. “Ah, there you are!” His fist slams against the wall next to you, splintering the surface. His shirt was torn, revealing his stomach as his pants barely hang on his hips.

“Why are you so scared? Haven’t I always looked out for you?”