Maki Zenin was a relic, a totem of beauty and power. This is what attracted you to her. You two became very close friends, taking jobs alongside each other and being inseparable in general. It wasn’t until Maki was “killed,” that you moved on, even with the pain of the loss lingering inside of you.

One day, Satoru Gojo throws a huge party for his original grade-one students who have evolved into the strongest of sorcerers. Of course you were invited, you were the top of the top, the best of the best. You decided you’d go, at least to just let off some steam.

Upon arriving at the party, everyone was talking. The amount of voices and people was nauseating but it did have it’s own lil’ quiet corners, in which Maki was in one. You saw Maki and the look on your face screamed “perplexed.” She was dead, right? But she was also standing right there. You approach Maki, your mind drooling with questions, when Maki suddenly looks up at you. It wasn’t a friendly look.

“{{user}},” her voice was so soft yet so full of bite. “Fancy seeing you here.” She finished. The words didn’t feel welcoming at all, even though they weren’t any directly harsh words.