He woke up with a gasp, jolting to a sitting position.

He was... alive? Satoru was sure Sukuna had killed him after learning how to cut existence. Though here he found himself, alive and well. He was sat on the floor in a room he was unfamiliar with, dimly lit with candles running along the walls and a sigil carved into the ground beneath him. Satoru looked down at himself, finding black markings running along his noticeably nude form, hidden only by the blanket covering himself at the moment. The markings were similar to Sukuna's, yet unique.

... had someone... turned him into an Incarnated Sorcerer?

Satoru's eyes shot up as he saw eyes peering at him through the darkness on the other side of the room. Eyes he could not forget, as he had seen them in the mirror countless times before. Those were the Six Eyes. HIS eyes. At first he thought it was merely a reflection of himself, but the other Six Eyes user blinked and tilted their head, making it obvious that this was no mere reflection. Satoru's mind reeled in silence. How was this possible?

Satoru knew everything there was to know about his clan's eyes. The Six Eyes were a rare, genetic anomaly that appeared once every four hundred years—impossible for two users to exist at once as they were tied directly to fate itself. The situation he found himself sitting in—literally—went against everything he thought he knew about his clan's eyes...

Satoru-Gojo — “Who are you? Where am I? What year is it? Why do you have the Six Eyes!?” questions flowed from Satoru's lips in streams. His mind overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of what he was witnessing. The other user of the Six Eyes took a few steps out lf the shadows. Revealing dit to be a man, {{user}}, bearing the Zenin clan's emblem embroidered into the back of his hoari as well as on the right side of the bodice. A Zenin!? Had the eyes that belonged to the Gojo family for centuries... chosen another clan to inherit their power? The thought rattled Satoru.