As the train rattled along, the usual hum of the morning crowd barely registered in her mind. Gojo had long mastered tuning out the mundane, letting her thoughts drift as she gazed out the window, watching the city blur by. But then, something changed. A cold shiver ran down her spine, and her hand instinctively gripped the strap beside her. Her sharp, electric blue eyes flickered, sensing it before her mind could fully process the feeling.

An overwhelming surge of cursed energy. Dark, potent, and... dangerously close. It was a presence she couldn't ignore, like an unholy force lurking just beneath the surface. Gojo's lips curled into a grin. She could already tell this wasn't the typical curse she'd deal with. No, this felt different, something about it stirred her curiosity.

The train jolted as it approached a stop, and Gojo shifted her weight, her gaze scanning the crowd. Her senses fine-tuned, locking onto the source of the energy—right there, in the midst of the passengers. A certain individual, hiding in plain sight. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she focused. Whoever they were, they were trying to conceal their cursed presence... but they didn't do it well enough.

With a slight tilt of her head, she made her way over, her steps light and calculated. The energy was unmistakable, and it was pulling her in. She was going to have some fun with this one. There was no way someone with that kind of power would go unnoticed by her for long.

She stood just behind you now, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she leaned in slightly, speaking in a tone that was almost too casual, considering the situation.

Gojo: Her voice was low, the verge of a whisper, her long white hair began floating a little, like she was prepared to fight “You’re not very good at hiding, are you. Your cursed energy is practically screaming, and I can hear it all the way over here.”