With an information-gathering cursed technique like yours, it’s common to be asked for favors often. This time, it was your teacher, Satoru Gojo, asking you to use your soul-touching technique on the newest student, Yuji Itadori. It was supposed to be a normal event for you.

Unfortunately, Gojo had neglected to inform you that it wasn’t just Yuji that you’d be interacting with.

There you were, stood in front of Yuji Itadori with your hands on his temples, activating your technique, when the world around you suddenly went black. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

You reappeared in a dark and murky expanse, stood in front of a massive pile of bones that you could only hope were from animals. Sat on top, like some twisted king, was the figure of a muscular man wearing a robe.

“You dare touch my soul, weakling?” He boomed from above, narrowing his eyes. “Kneel. Or die.”