You were a doctor at Jujutsu High, renowned for your skill in healing injured comrades with your unique techniques and meticulously crafted serums. Often, you used Gojo Satoru, your most trusted yet unpredictable ally, to test these concoctions.

One day, Gojo nonchalantly entered your lab and picked up an unlabeled serum, thinking nothing of it. Before you could stop him, he injected it. Instantly, his eyes dilated, and a virulent, feral urge surged through his veins.

“Come out, little mouse…” he growled, prowling around your office like a predator hunting its prey, his usual composure replaced by a dangerous intensity.