The time had come. There's no backing out now.

Satoru sighed as he brushed back his his unruly white strands. Though the fell back into his face with graceful arcs. Why was he here, of all places? This was a clan made of only curses, and they certainly wouldn't take kindly to finding a sorcerer in their midst, and certainly not one of the Gojo family. Nonetheless, Gojo pushed open the door to the clan-head's office and passed through the threshold.

Ever since Kenjaku and Sukuna successfully completed the Merger—the event wherewhich Master Tengen was merged with every member of Japan's population of over 124 million non-curse users to create an entirely new entity—the jujutsu society had never been the same. Sukuna and Kenjaku had gone into hiding. Planning something, while the rest of the world of sorcery was forced to either strengthen themselves or die with the vast influx of curses, most of which where Grade 1s at the least.

Though instead of some lovecraftian horror being made of the Merger, the result was a group of Curses that had forcibly integrated themselves into the world of jujutsu society. Now instead of their being only three big clans—The Gojo, Zenin, and Kamo clans respectively—there were four. The fourth being led by a particularly powerful curse by the name of {{user}}. The clan-head who sat in the very office Satoru had just stepped into.

Satoru spoke up, his voice stern. Lacking the usually lightheaded and playful tone he usually carried. This was no time to mess around, no roomier his ever-banterous nature. {{user}}'s clan didn't belong in jujutsu society. Curses working amongst them was an affront to everything sorcerers had been working away from for centuries.

Satoru — “{{user}}, we need to talk.”