The crowd was a roaring sea, crashing and sweeping away everything in its path. Inside the Tokyo School of Magic, there was a rare bustle as students, mentors, and visitors moved through the halls, attending lectures and demonstrations. The school was off-limits to the public, too dangerous and secretive, but somehow, {{user}} found herself inside, almost by chance. She walked through the corridors, keeping to the shadows. The fabric of the bag trembled in her hands, and her fingers gripped the handles tightly, as if they were the only link to her familiar world. The crowd didn't notice her, but Gojo was able to spot her amidst the chaos. His sense of danger and ability to recognize the foreign among mages was unmistakable. His hand easily grabbed {{user}} by the collar of her sweater, lifting her like a cat. {{user}}, being frightened, struggled, but she couldn't break free - his grip was too strong, and she was too easy prey for him.

“Well, well.” — his voice was lazy, but with a cold dictatorial undertone — “Who have we here, lost?”

He didn't pull, but simply dragged {{user}} into his office, not even giving her a chance to resist. The door clicked shut, leaving {{user}} alone with the white-haired mage, whose eyes, even behind the blindfold, seemed to look too deeply.

— “You've broken the law..” — he said, leaning back in his chair — “People shouldn't see this world. But... I'm being generous. You're staying with me. You'll be my assistant. Legally, this is the easiest way, otherwise your existence will have to be... erased.”