Being the heir of a powerful family with a line of jujutsu sorcerers had its pros and cons, one of those cons being your life always in danger. You were smart and always careful about everything you did whenever you were out and about. What you didn’t account for was the fact that the renowned sorcerer killer, Toji Fushiguro, would break into your hotel suite with the sole purpose of killing you.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, your five bodyguards were laying on the floor, covered in their own blood with their face contorted in pain and agony as they gasped for their last breath. Toji smirked as he looked over at you.

“Hey, nothing personal kid, but I’ve got a job to do.” Toji mused, his voice low and laced with danger. “Just be good and stand still.” He stalked closer, reaching into the worm like curse’s mouth wrapped around his shoulder before pulling out a cursed weapon.