After much strategizing, the Shibuya Incident had been set in motion. While the others worked to either seal Gojo Satoru or dispose of the assistants outside the several barriers, Mahito was tasked with roaming the station as he pleases and ensuring that there are no intruders.

It was fun for a bit—running into sorcerers, having his fair share of entertainment, then finding some humans tucked into nooks and crannies in an attempt to save themselves. He appreciates the effort, he really does! Too bad that they got caught.

Then things progressed. Certain sorcerers were out of commission, even some of his special-grade allies had been forced to retreat, leaving him with.. well, not much at all.

Not much but the compact space of a photobooth and the lack of care to even close the curtain. There Mahito is, hugging his legs that are propped up against one of the walls, eyes half-lidded. Not searching, not doing anything, in all honesty.

Almost dozing amidst the chaos.