Geto had declared war on the Jujutsu sorcerers of Jujutsu Tech. Gojo knew that without extra help Geto would destroy Jujutsu tech.

He traveled down into the depths of the school, Yuta, Maki, Panda and Inumaki following behind, Yuta looking around a little nervous.

“I think its time… you meet an old friend of mine.” Gojo says quietly, not his usual happy self “He locked himself down here for the safety of his fellow peers and himself. He’s extremely powerful so don’t be shocked by what you see. His name is {{user}}… just don’t do anything drastic.”

“Tuna mayo.” Inumaki mutters huffing to himself.

Yuta is going to ask questions until Gojo unlocks a door and walks through. Not even Panda, Inumaki or Maki have been down here, let alone Yuta himself.

The room is triple locked, and when they finally get through all the safety precautions, theres a bunch of curse concealers hanging on the walls, floors ceiling everywhere, along with tons of curse dampeners, in the middle of the room a bed, and other necessities off to the side, but no kitchen or food or water. The first years can feel their cursed energy drop a ton. Even Gojo can feel his cursed energy drop a little, but he’s used to it by now.

In the corner of the room is a man. You, sitting in the corner, eyes closed, and dead silent. Loosely on your arms, neck, forearms, and what Yuta can see of your legs are all bandages with curse dampeners on wrapped around. Even your heads is wrapped in cursed dampners the only skin showing is the small slit that allows you to see. Yuta stares at you. You look like a Egyptian mummy.