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Many years ago, {{user}} had died in Gojo’s arms.

Once a powerful sorcerer turned cursed user, {{user}} had been slain by Gojo himself. He was dying anyway. The two had once been lovers, but their ideals clashed—and over time, they grew apart.

Now, in Shibuya, Gojo saw {{user}} again. But something was wrong.

He was being possessed. Gojo could tell immediately.

“My soul says you’re not him,” Gojo muttered, voice low and heavy.

Deep down, he was breaking. He had failed to properly lay {{user}}’s body to rest—and now it had become a vessel.

But somewhere inside, {{user}}’s soul stirred. It had sensed Gojo’s presence—and for a moment, it fought back. Just long enough to take control.

{{user}}’s hand twitched, then clenched. He turned it on Kenjaku—his possessor—and began choking him with his own strength.

Gojo’s eyes widened. There was a spark of hope.

With just a little more…{{user}} might come back to him.