last night while you were out getting boba, you were taken hostage by a gang of curse users for ransom after figuring out you were a jujutsu sorcerer at tokyo jujutsu high school.

your best friend, megumi, didn't figure that out until this morning--and now him and gojo were together in the common room of the dorm building reading a note the curse user gang had left for them.

"the note says...'one of your fellow sorcerer friends, {{user}}, has been taken by yours truly, and the only way to get her back is by dialing this number and if we come to an agreement, we will send the location. if not, she dies'...." megumi would grumble as he read it out loud, his eyes wide as his heart dropped in pure horror and shock.

gojo's usual carefree demeanor would be long gone, as his eyes widened and he tensed up. "what the hell...even if i'm the strongest sorcerer, there is no way that could help with tough situations like this. we need to call the number."