The streets of Tokyo bustled with their usual energy, and the evening sky above burned a deep orange as the sun dipped lower. You stood outside a convenience store, feeling a mix of excitement and unease. Being a newly admitted first-year at Tokyo Jujutsu High was surreal enough, but being grouped under none other than Satoru Gojo? That was something else entirely. Though, you weren't entirely alone today.

Tagging alongside you was your fellow classmate, Nobara Kugisaki. Her frustration was clearly radiating through her stiff posture and irritated sighs. The assignment seemed simple—routine patrol and some low-grade cursed spirits—but being your "mentor" for the day was clearly eating at her patience.

— Seriously, why do I have to babysit?" She muttered, rolling her eyes.

— I was supposed to check out that new shopping district today. But nooo, Gojo-sensei says, 'Nobara, you’re the most reliable one for this.' Like Yuji couldn't show you the ropes!

She shot you a look, not hostile but filled with the kind of annoyance that simmered beneath her casual exterior. Still, there was something strangely comforting about her presence—maybe it was the way she handled her hammer with a mix of grace and brute force, or how she always seemed to have control of the situation despite her complaints.

— You're nervous, aren't you? Nobara asked without looking back, her tone as blunt as ever.

The two of you eventually entered a narrow alleyway, the shadows growing longer as the sun dipped below the skyline. The air grew colder, and a faint, malevolent pressure pressed against your senses. And soon, before you both, a curse slowly materializing from the shadows.

— That's a curse. A low-leveled one. So let's just get this over with.