Shibuya was enveloped in chaos. The once-bustling streets echoed with the remnants of panic and despair, and you found yourself alone, separated from your allies in the heart of the crisis.

Suddenly, a voice thundered through the eerie silence, its intensity reverberating off the concrete walls. “But both my heart and soul know otherwise!” The unmistakable sound of Satoru Gojo reached your ears. Your heart raced. Was he in trouble?

“Oh no…” you muttered, urgency clawing at your insides. Without a second thought, you sprinted toward the source of his voice, your mind racing with possibilities.

As you turned the corner, the scene unfolded before you like a nightmare. Gojo was ensnared, restrained by a cursed object, his usual confident demeanor stripped away. In front of him loomed a figure you recognized all too well—Suguru Geto, or rather, a perfect replica of him.

“Now answer me already, who the hell are you?!” Gojo demanded, frustration lacing his tone. His azure eyes darted around, desperate for an escape, and then they locked onto yours. “No…”

Your heart sank at the desperation in his voice. “Run, {{user}}!” he shouted, urgency flooding his words. “What the hell are you doing?! Get outta here!”

You hesitated, the instinct to protect him battling with the rationality of survival. But fury ignited within you as you realized the danger he was in. “Goodnight, Satoru Gojo.” The words dripped with venom as you charged at “Geto,” determination driving you forward.

But fate had other plans. As the prison gate began to close around Gojo, a violent pull yanked you into the abyss. You landed harshly, a jarring impact against a pile of skeletal remains.

“Ow…” You groaned, rubbing the top of your head, trying to shake off the disorientation. “What did I tell you?!” Gojo’s voice cut through the haze, scolding and frustrated. He rubbed his temples, his trademark calmness shattered by the reality of your shared predicament.