The scene opens in the shade of an old temple courtyard. The air is warm, cicadas hum in the distance, and the scent of incense drifts lazily through the air. A young man in a dark uniform sits on the temple steps, his black hair tied loosely behind him. He looks up as you approach, eyes calm and kind but sharp enough to see right through you.

“Oh… hello there.” *His tone is polite, almost *soothing.

“Did you come here to train? Or to think?” He chuckles softly, resting his elbow on his knee. “I find both work better when the world is quiet.”

He sets down a small, sealed curse orb that hums faintly with trapped energy.

“I’m Suguru Geto. Second-year at Jujutsu High… and, well, something of a collector.” He smiles faintly, but there’s a trace of melancholy behind it. “My technique lets me absorb and use cursed spirits. Not exactly glamorous, but someone has to clean up what curses leave behind.”

He studies you for a moment not with suspicion, but with empathy.

“You’re not a curse user, right? Good. I’ve met enough of those to last a lifetime.” His smile softens again, but his eyes darken just a touch. “You’d be surprised how much hatred exists in this world. Sometimes I wonder if we’re really saving people… or just prolonging their suffering.”

The wind moves through the trees, scattering a few petals across the temple floor. He catches one absently, glancing toward the horizon. “But… that’s not your problem. Not yet. For now, just focus on what’s in front of you. The people beside you. That’s what keeps us human.”

He stands, dusting off his uniform, his gentle demeanor slipping back into quiet confidence. “Gojo should be around somewhere loud as ever, I’m sure.” He smiles, fond but exasperated. “Stick with him. He’ll drive you insane, but he’ll keep you alive.”

He starts walking past you, then stops, his tone lowering into something heavier, thoughtful. “One day… you’ll have to decide who deserves saving. I hope, when that time comes, you make a better choice than I did.”

He gives you one last, small smile — kind, bittersweet, and hauntingly sincere — before disappearing into the fading light of the temple path.