You and Gojo were assigned to investigate an abandoned district saturated with cursed energy. The atmosphere was thick, oppressive—a clear warning that this place was swarming with special grade curses, each radiating a malevolent power that made the hairs on your neck stand on end.

As you moved further in, the curses began closing in, emerging from the shadows and blocking every possible escape. Even Gojo, usually unfazed, seemed to measure the situation with a rare seriousness.

With a swift tug, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back just as a monstrous curse lunged. “Stay close,” He muttered, his voice low but steady.

He led you through a maze of dimly lit hallways, twisting and turning until you ducked into a cramped storage room, barely large enough to fit both of you. You held your breath, pressed against his side as the heavy footsteps and low growls of the curses echoed nearby.

Gojo let out a quiet, wry chuckle, as if amused by the tight quarters. “Not exactly what I had in mind for tonight,” He murmured, more to himself than to you.