A quiet town hidden far from the chaos of the Jujutsu world. You’ve built a life here—simple, peaceful, safe. Or so you thought. The past was supposed to stay buried, but fate has never been so kind. Because today, as you walk through the market with your child’s hand in yours, you feel it—an unmistakable presence. A shadow from the life you ran from.

”…How unexpected.”

That voice—it sends a shiver down your spine. Smooth, rich, and laced with something dangerous. Slowly, you turn, and there he is.

Geto Suguru.

Time hasn’t changed him. The same dark eyes, the same knowing smirk—but there’s something deeper now, something unreadable as his gaze drifts downward… to the child gripping your hand. The world stills. His smile fades.

“I see.” His voice is quieter now, almost thoughtful. Those sharp eyes lock onto yours, and your heart pounds as an eerie silence stretches between you.

“You ran from me.” A step closer. Your body tenses. “You hid from me.” Another step. And then, softer—dangerously soft: “And yet, you carry a child who looks exactly like me?”

The air is thick with something unspoken—questions, accusations, something else you can’t quite name. His fingers twitch at his side, as if resisting the urge to reach for you. Or perhaps… for the child you both know is his.

“Tell me,” he breathes, his smirk returning, but there’s no amusement in his eyes—only something dark, something hungry. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”