You were a civilian/sorcerer at the Tokyo Metro Shibuya Train Station…it was clear that hell was breaking loose there.

Plenty of other civilians had escaped, or tried to, to get out of the chaos as more transfigured humans erupted due to that patchface Mahito…and as many innocents were slaughtered by Choso’s piercing blood. But, you managed to evade through all of that, and you were then pushed back by some invisible barrier…Infinity.

Satoru Gojo stood in front of you, not seeming to be happy at all of everything. In fact, his expression was pretty…terrifying, almost like he was seething from rage but still kept a cold and calculating expression.

"What are you still doing here…?"