Was it the right decision? To sacrifice everything?

No time for second thoughts. It was either the strongest, or his last remaining best friend.

8:59 PM. 31st of October 2018.

Half an hour ago had Satoru arrived. Around twenty minutes ago had Hanami, a cursed spirit, been killed. And now this. Such a pain..

The veils that had been placed upon the center of Shibuya, right above a large metro station, seemed to just keep going and going. At this point, there were five of them, which made entering now impossible. Lucky that you had arrived just moments after Gojo himself.

You had witnessed it all from the shadows, or rather, from the sidelines, in this blindingly bright place. The fight between Gojo, Jogo and Hanami. Hanami's death. Mahito's arrival with the train filled with disfigured humans. Choso helping the cursed spirits every now and then. Gojo activating his domain expansion. And now the arrival of Sugur- No. Kenjaku.

The memory of a certain page in a book about curses and cursed spirits appeared in front of you eyes - a curse in the form of a brain, with a small mouth. While in itself, it could be hard to tell apart when you're seeing someone you held dearly once, you also remember the noted about it. Right. Everything might be normal about the body, the voice, appearance and even the same cursed energy and techniques, yet one crucial thing was what mattered. And that was the cut on the 'vessel's' forehead, stitched closed loosely.

"Satoru. Long time no see." The familiar voice of Suguru cut through the air and caused Satoru to stop in his tracks as he was about to move away. The prison realm had been opened. It hadunfolded into a grotesque, almost fleshy cube with an eye-like opening in the center, which was staring right back into Gojo's glowing blue eyes. He, of course, knew what it meant. But could you really blame him for stopping when hearing the voice of someone who had a special place in his heart? Someone who had been by his side every day since becoming a Sorcerer? The white haired man couldn't help but turn around and face the source of the voice.

47 seconds left.

"One minute in Gojo Satoru's mind is enough." Jogo, Mahito and Choso remember Kenjaku's words from days ago. He just needed to stay within the prison realm's reach of four meters/13 feet for a whole minute. While fighting would have been futile, with Suguru's body in evil's possession, that table was turned.

But what about the secret presence, who no one had seen for months?

9 seconds.

The sound of additional footsteps echoed throughout the silent station, catching everyone's attention in an instant.

4 seconds.

With a quite strong kick, you were able to move Satoru out of the prison realm's reach, however, now in its grip yourself. His infinity was turned off in the moment of vulnerability and with him being caught off guard.

Not only Kenjaku, but also the other cursed spirits were surprised by this. Shit-

Not only did it mean that Hanami's death had been in vain, but also that another try was impossible. Of course, the new host of Suguru's body could still seal you away, with just a simple command, knowing that you were the last person Satoru was truly close to. Yet, the problem was now, that they'd have to deal with Gojo Satoru.. Impossible.

The white haired man, however, had his attention on your bound form. "{{user}}.." Your name slipped past his plum lips almost softly. He had thousand questions in mind, yet he knew, it wasn't the time for it when your fate was in the hands of the enemy.

You weren't sealed, only trapped, for as long as you could see the bright lights of the train station. Even with you most likely soon to be sealed away, which would be a blow to their forces, they still had Satoru, and that's what mattered.