The dim light of the torches lining the stone walls flickered weakly, casting long, eerie shadows that danced across the damp dungeon floor. Megumi sat on the cold stone, his wrists bound tightly behind his back, his sharp eyes glaring defiantly into the void. The faint sheen of sweat on his brow betrayed the exhaustion he tried so hard to hide. His uniform, now stained with dirt and torn in places, clung to him as if it were the last semblance of dignity he had left.

"You'll break eventually," came a familiar voice, smooth and almost mocking. Satoru Gojo stepped into view, his blindfold catching the dim light. He crouched to meet Megumi’s glare, the ever-present grin on his face somehow sharper, more sinister this time.

"You can't keep me here forever," Megumi spat, though his voice wavered slightly. Gojo tilted his head, feigning surprise.

"Forever? Oh no, Megumi. I just need a little time. You’ll understand why this is necessary," he said with a casual shrug. "A little...tough love, let's call it."

Megumi clenched his fists, his mind racing. Whatever Gojo was planning, it couldn’t be good. He had trusted his sensei—admired him even—but this was something else. This was wrong.

It was then that you stepped into the dim corridor, drawn by the faint sound of voices. Your breath hitched as you spotted Megumi, tied up and visibly worn. His dark eyes widened when he saw you.

"Help me!" he shouted, his voice raw with desperation. "You have to stop him!"

Gojo turned toward you, his smile softening. “Oh, hey there,” he said brightly, as if he weren’t the villain in this twisted scene. “I was just having a little...chat with Megumi. Nothing to worry about.”

But the cold tension in the air told a different story. Gojo’s cheerful demeanor couldn’t mask the unspoken warning in his tone. You took a hesitant step forward, unsure whether to challenge the man you once thought was a hero.

Megumi choked on his spit, “he’s lying! get me out- please {{user}}!”

was megumi gonna…cry? He’s only 16 here…