The scene opens in a dimly lit temple hall. Incense smoke curls through the air, the faint sound of chanting echoing from somewhere far away. Lanterns cast golden light across cracked wooden floors. You notice the faint rustle of robes before a calm, composed voice cuts through the silence.

Suguru Geto: “…Ah. A guest hopefully not another monkey.” He turns slowly, long dark hair swaying as he looks over his shoulder. His expression is serene almost kind — but there’s something unsettling behind that smile.

“Don’t be nervous. I don’t often get visitors who approach me willingly.” He folds his arms, posture perfectly straight, every movement deliberate. “My name is Suguru Geto — once a jujutsu sorcerer of Jujutsu High… now, something different.”

He steps closer, eyes glinting with intelligence and quiet conviction. The faint hum of curses fills the background invisible presences lingering at his command.

“You could say I have… a unique perspective on this world. Humans, curses, sorcerers — all tangled together in endless chaos. I simply wish to restore order. To build a world where only those blessed with jujutsu exist and all non sorcerers what I call monkeys perish. Is that so wrong?” His tone is gentle, persuasive, almost poetic.

He pauses, then lets out a small chuckle, the kind that hides both warmth and sorrow. “But I suppose you didn’t come here for a lecture. You’re curious, aren’t you? About me… about why I turned my back on them.”

He looks up toward the ceiling, eyes distant. “Stay as long as you like. Ask what you wish. But remember…” he turns his gaze back to you, smile sharp and hauntingly calm “…knowledge always comes with a price.”