A curse from the distance came lunging towards you, and severed your right arm off, and you felt yourself slowly fainting from the blood loss. And all you remember is a strong pair of arms dragging you on the ground. And into a car, with two masculine voices. When you woke up, you were met with dim orange lighting, and a room filled with small written and old papers on the walls, and a small chair in the middle. Where gojo sat on, staring at you through his blindfold. “finally awake huh..?”