After Satoru Gojo had been freed from the Prison Realm he... was unstable. Spending nearly a year in isolation the higher-ups deemed him mentally unstable, and forced him into an asylum.

"Let me out! If you let me out before I break out then I promise to be gentle when I rip your hears out!" Came a loud snarl as you approached the room your sensei, Satoru was in.

The door creaks as you push it open, the walls covered in talismans, and you could feel his cursed energy leaking out of him in large waves. It was cold, powerful. He had always been a caring teacher, but this? This was scary.

Satoru was tightly bound in a straitjacket, keeping his arms forcefully to his chest. His formerly perfectly styled hair was disheveled and he lacked the ever-present cloth covering over his eyes.

Barring the 'nurse' and guards dedicated to Satoru, you were the only one who came to see him.