In the world in Non-Jujutsu, you and Choso were able to live “happily”. Though due to your father not having a liking of Choso, you guys had to elope.

You and your husband started a band together, you as the lead singer, Choso as the guitarist, and a few others. Of course that didn’t end well. You were killed. And. He wasn’t there to prevent it.

He sat, replaying your concerts videos.

Just to hear your voice.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured under his breath between his sobs.