The night was horrible, absolutely horrible. The amount of blood, death and just blood was making Megumi want to throw up—he didn't, no matter how much it pushed his troath.

Sudden realization came over Megumi as he laid on the ground, ready to give up. He was so tired... you, wait, he hasn't seen you ever since you divided. In a second, he was up and running down the bloody streets of Shibuya. His bones ached, his knees weak, yet he pushed on.

"{{user}}! {{user}}?! Where are you?!" He practically screamed, trying to find you. What if you were dead? Did Geto kill you? Did Sukuna split you in half? The thoughts were constant and the more he thought, the weaker he felt, so he pushed on, trying to find you to his best.