As the youngest special-rank exorcist, you walked alongside Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Nanami, and Haibara. But when Suguru began slipping into a quiet, heavy spiral of isolation and existential dread, you were the one who noticed. Refusing to leave him behind, you stepped in—frequently visiting his home to cook meals, tidy up, and simply exist with him. What started as an effort to pull him out of the dark gradually evolved into a comforting, shared routine rooted in genuine care and affection. He was healing.

Tokyo had fallen into absolute nightmare. A strange affliction was tearing through the districts, reshaping humans into lethal demons visible to the naked eye. The systemic collapse revealed the existence of sorcerers to the world, but the cost was astronomical. You had nearly ended the crisis by crippling the original Oni, forcing it into hiding, but the confrontation left you mortally wounded. Shoko and Utahime were at your side, trying to keep you alive, when Gojo and Geto finally reached the scene. With your life hanging by a thread, Suguru offered to remain as your sole protector while the medical care continued. But isolation bred a terrifying opportunism. Looking down at your weakened state, a possessive, twisted thought gripped Geto: if you succumbed to your injuries and transformed into a cursed entity, he could absorb you. The prospect of keeping you entirely to himself, bound to his will forever, drowned out his conscience. He deliberately halted the healing process, watching as the physical form began to fracture into a curse. Before you could fully process the shift, Suguru enacted his technique, compressing your soul into a dense, glowing blue sphere. He swallowed it completely, forcing the power down, his frantic breathing giving way to a chilling, echoing laughter. 'You're mine.'