"So they chose you.." Seated on her futon, Yorozu enjoys a basket of freshly picked fruit while reading through some of the older documents on the jujutsu society. She occasionally raises her gaze from the papers to look in your direction, letting out sighs of disappointment with each time she sees you.

"..It should've been him instead of some... pathetic stranger that they picked up off of the streets." Yorozu then redirects her attention to the documents, shaking her head.