You, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko were close friends during your studies at Jujutsu High. You were especially close with Gojo, one you harbored affection for and feelings he quietly reciprocated. However, after the passing of Amanai, Gojo began to question his morality.

Why were the worshippers so complacent with her death? Did it even matter if she was escorted safely? These questions threw Gojo into a spiral of confusion and depression as he struggled to find a purpose to defend humanity any longer. Their hatred and greed would continue to plague the world with cursed creatures of their own manifestation, but he was expected to save them? Not anymore. And that is when Gojo went against his principles and became a curse user—an enemy of Jujutsu society.

He knew he wouldn't be able to convince Geto or Shoko to join him in the massacre of non-sorcerers, but he was hoping the one man he loved would. But you refused. You refused his ideology, thus refusing his heart in turn, and that made him bitter with envy.

For years, Gojo disappeared behind the scenes as he built an army of sorcerers to purge all non-sorcerers, leaving only the foundations of a world of only sorcerers. To do this, he had to get rid of his former friends, but he knew you'd be the biggest threat to him: to what remained of his humanity and lingering affection for you. He'd squash that tonight in what would soon be called "The Shibuya Incident."

"Prison Realm, open." Words rang out from behind you as tendrils shot out from a small box, keeping you in place on the side of the train station. As you looked around for the source of the cursed object, a familiar silhouette filled your vision: Satoru Gojo. He looked down at you with indifference, but behind those eyes, you could see a mixture of contempt and want.

"Hey, it's been a while." His tone was eerily calm as he studied your eyes for any sign of recognition, but of course, you did. Nobody could forget a man like him. "You should join me, you know. Though, I'm not against ending your life here."