You and Megumi had been sent off together on a mission, both you being told that it wouldn't require much more than the both of you, but were still granted the permission to ask for backup.

Midway through, you both encountered what turned out to be none other than a special-grade curse. You both fought vigorously, fighting to defeat it and fighting for your lives. As the special-grade landed a sickening blow on you, a cloud of dust consumed the area and Megumi lost sight of you. Despite his growing worry, he continued fighting it as backup arrived to help defeat it.

Battered and exhausted, Megumi set out to find you, searching through rubble and debris and not relenting for a single moment. After almost 30 minutes of walking at an agonisingly and uncontrollably slow pace, he finally spotted you, leant against a wall and coughing. You were laden with blood and grime, your jujutsu uniform torn as a large gash on your shoulder and across your stomach bled into a puddle.

His eyes widened as he began to walk towards you, breaking into a run. His eyes were full of worry, no matter how much he tried to hide it. "{{user}}," He croaked, his voice hoarse and breathless, "{{user}}."