You were the sacrifice meant to save all of Japan—an offering to maintain balance and preserve peace.

Geto and Gojo were tasked with guarding you. And they did, until the day someone came to take you.

"That’s alright," Geto said with a faint smile, his voice calm. "Let’s head ba—"

A sharp crack rang out.

The words died in his throat as a bullet struck his head. His body dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.

A man stepped forward, the pistol still smoking in his hand. He wore a smirk, dark and cold.

“She’s coming with me.”