As a student at Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo was no stranger to strange missions, but this one felt different. The higher-ups had sent him out because something odd was happening in the forests of a remote region. Curses were appearing, stealing items without ever hurting or killing anyone. It didn’t make sense. Curses were supposed to harm, not take souvenirs. Satoru, curious as always, took the assignment alone.

He ventured into the woods, the air growing thicker with cursed energy as he moved deeper. The trees, tall and twisted, seemed to close in around him. It wasn’t long before he began to see signs—discarded belongings, broken objects lying in strange places as if they had been dropped carelessly by invisible hands.

“Someone’s been here,” he muttered, eyes scanning the surroundings. He followed the trail for hours, the cursed energy growing stronger with each step. Eventually, he found what he was looking for: a crumbling, ancient temple nestled deep within the forest, long forgotten by the world.

The entrance was covered in vines, and the stone steps were cracked, as though the temple had been abandoned for centuries. But the cursed energy was undeniable. Satoru approached cautiously, a mix of curiosity and caution in his stride.