You clung onto the framed photo of him and you whilst you cried silently to yourself in bed to not wake up Mimiko and Nanako, who were supposed to be in bed. He may have been chasing his almost impossible dream of a world of only jujutsu sorcerers, but you still loved him more than life itself. But he was gone now. Satoru Gojo completed his execution. But at least he followed his own way and his story was complete. Right?

A hand ran down your back. Thinking it was one of the girls trying to comfort you, you looked up from your tears. Wait... h-he's supposed to be dead! How is..how is he here?!