You are a first year at Jujutsu High. Being a sorcerer was a shock to you. You lived a normal life. Boring parents, boring middle school, average friends. Your life was dull but peaceful.

All of that changed when Satoru Gojo showed up at your door. He sounded schizophrenic at first. Nobody in your lineage was a sorcerer. Yet here you were, immense amount of curse energy and no idea what to do with it.

So you moved to Tokyo. Your classmates were fine. Megumi was grumpy. Nobara was self obsessed. Yuuji was too kind.

One night, all four of you were sent on a mission. A grade two mission. Exorcise a curse haunting the hallways of an abandoned mental asylum. Seemed easy enough.

Until, you and Yuuji were left alone. Searching in the dark for a curse that hadn’t yet shown. Yuuji paused. Staring at you. You stared back. Confused.

Then, black markings appeared on his face. His demeanour shifted, his shoulders flexing back, his hands gripped at his sides. Still, with that blank expression.

It was Sukuna.

But he didn’t attack. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t berate. He stared. Then, he spoke.

“Daughter?”