The halls of Jujutsu High were buzzing with whispers. Something unusual was happening. Satoru Gojo, lounging in the common area with his best friend Suguru Geto, lazily spun his sunglasses between his fingers.

"So, let me get this straight," Satoru drawled, tilting his head towards Yaga, who stood in front of them with arms crossed. "We're just… keeping a cursed spirit here? Like a dormitory guest? What’s next, a welcome party?"

"Don’t be stupid, Gojo." Yaga sighed, rubbing his temple. "This spirit is classified as unkillable for now. Attempts to exorcise them have failed, and they’re not actively hostile. Until we understand their nature, we’ll be observing them here."

Suguru, who had been listening quietly, leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "So, this cursed spirit is different from the usual ones… How intelligent are they?"

Before Yaga could respond, the air in the room shifted. A presence—heavy yet restrained—settled over them. The cursed spirit in question had arrived.

Satoru, still relaxed but now more interested, turned toward them with a smirk. "Well, well. You’re the VIP, huh? Got a name, or should I just call you ‘Spooky’?"