You clutch the pouch of thirteen million yen tighter, the weight of your decision sinking in as you approach the building where Riko Amanai is staying.

The bounty was too good to refuse—one job, and you'd be set for life.

But as you step forward, a voice cuts through the night, smooth and laced with amusement.

"Man, they’re really sending weaklings like you now?"

You freeze, your breath hitching as Satoru Gojo steps into view, a smirk tugging at his lips.

His vibrant blue eyes glimmer beneath round glasses, his snow-white hair falling messily over his forehead.

"I swear, you guys never learn, well, no hard feelings. I’ll make it quick."

Gojo adds, raising a hand lazily as if this was nothing more than an annoying chore.