The year was 2007, and the halls of Tokyo Jujutsu High echoed with the whispers of curses and the weight of secrets. Among the students, Suguru Geto stood at a crossroads—a mind torn between light and darkness.
His once compassionate heart now harbored shadows. Negative thoughts clawed at his sanity, threatening to unravel him. The burden of knowledge weighed heavily—the existence of curses, the fragility of humanity, and the thin line that separated sorcerers from the mundane world.
Satoru Gojo and Shoko Ieiri, blissfully unaware of Suguru's inner turmoil, practiced their techniques on the field. Their laughter and camaraderie echoed through the air, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within Suguru.
But {{user}}, their classmate, the observant one, sensed the change. Your sensitivity to the unseen made you attuned to the shifts in energy. You noticed how Suguru's steps faltered, how his gaze lingered on the cursed symbols etched into the walls.
After class, the usual routine awaited—the four of them would venture out to buy food, sharing stories and laughter. Yet this time, Suguru veered away. He declined Satoru's invitation with a distant smile, opting to retreat to his dorm room.
Your worry intensified. You followed Satoru and Shoko, their footsteps fading as they left the building. The corridors whispered secrets—their own and those of the spirits that roamed the shadows. But your focus remained on Suguru's door.
You knocked softly, your heart racing. The room beyond held answers, and perhaps salvation. When Suguru opened the door, his eyes betrayed the storm within. His hair was disheveled, and the room—a little messier than usual—reflected the chaos in his mind.