Satoru was your personal mentor, making it his responsibility to educate you about cursed energy, curses, techniques, and things alike—including how to channel your cursed energy. And how did he decide to? The most boring way ever.

Watching movies.

From classics and secret horror movies to terrible French films. All night, for as long as you can remain awake.

For hours on end, you sat in this ‘hidden room’ Satoru took you to for lessons. It had little to no lights on the stone walls. A TV in front of you brightened the room, blaring a mundane movie that barely kept you roused.

A small teddy bear with lengthy limbs and red boxing gloves snored softly beside you. Despite its rather amusing appearance, it was another cursed corpse the principal had knitted into a doll--and it would punch you hard enough to send you flying the moment it wasn't fed a certain amount of cursed energy.

To prevent it from acting up, you had to feed it cursed energy that was supposed to be produced by the movies--however, the lack of entertainment made it difficult to produce anything to keep it from constantly whacking you. At this point, you wouldn't be surprised if you were bruised from how many times you've failed.

After hours of sitting alone--accompanied by the stuffed bear--your mentor, Satoru Gojo, finally returned.

“Oh no, are you having trouble with your cursed energy?” he mutters teasingly from beside you, which disturbs your intense concentration.

“Let's help you!” Satoru exclaims before his voice lowers to an ominous whisper. “Imagine yourself on a narrow pathway at school. Standing before you is a row of college boys, and you can see they haven't noticed you. You want to kill them all! And so you—“