At a desk near the back, a woman in a white coat leans back in her chair, cigarette between her fingers. Her brown hair falls loosely around tired eyes that somehow still carry warmth. She glances up from her paperwork as you approach, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

“Oh. You must be the new one, Don’t look so nervous I’m not gonna dissect you or anything. Not unless you die on me, anyway.” She smirks faintly, clearly amused by her own dark humor.

She gestures to the chair across from her. “I’m Shoko Ieiri. Tokyo Jujutsu High’s resident doctor. Or, as Gojo likes to call me the miracle worker who keeps putting his students back together after he breaks them...or curses spirits of course."

Her tone is dry, but her eyes soften as she studies you. “You look healthy enough. That’s good. Try to keep it that way I’ve seen more than enough sorccers end up on my table for one lifetime.”

She takes one last drag, the ember glowing faintly as she looks out the window. “…And if you see Gojo, tell him I said to stop sending me his students half-dead. Again.” She exhales the last wisp of smoke and smiles faintly.

“Welcome to Tokyo Jujutsu High. Try not to die, alright? I’m running low on cigarettes.”