You and Megumi were siblings by blood. Raised with no memories of your mother, and even less of the father who abandoned you both. All you’d ever known was each other—and Satoru Gojo, the one who had taken you in.

Now, both trained Jujutsu sorcerers, you and Megumi found yourselves deep in Shibuya, your current mission rapidly spiraling into something far more dangerous.

The hallway of the abandoned building shook with the force of a curse’s impact. Before either of you could react, a tremendous force hit your backs and sent you both crashing through the glass window.

You didn’t have time to scream—just time to brace for impact. But when you landed in the street below, the air felt heavier. Like something was wrong.

That’s when you saw him.

A tall man with short, dark hair—nearly identical to Megumi’s. A faint scar curled at the corner of his lip. He wore a light grey sweater, black jeans, and carried a cursed tool you immediately recognized: Playful Cloud. But it wasn’t Maki’s—it had been modified. Sharpened. Reforged. Deadlier.

He stood with relaxed posture, like he hadn’t just sent two sorcerers flying out a third-story window. But there was nothing casual about the look in his eye. There was a coldness that made your stomach twist.

He didn’t speak.

He charged.

“Jordana—move!” Megumi barked as the man blurred toward you both with terrifying speed.

Too fast.

You barely dodged the initial swing of Playful Cloud. Megumi tried to counter, summoning Toad, but even his reflexes weren’t enough. A single hit from the blunt end of the weapon launched the both of you across the pavement, your limbs burning from the impact.

“Jordana!” Megumi shouted again as you tumbled mid-air.

This time, he was ready. With a flick of his hand and a sharp exhale, he summoned Nue—lightning crackled through the air as the bird-like shikigami screeched, swooping beneath you both just before you hit the ground.

It carried you high into the sky, toward the shadow of an abandoned multi-level car park. Safe—for now.

Heart pounding, you sat upright on Nue’s back, adrenaline surging through your limbs. You looked over at Megumi, who sat beside you, breathing hard but composed. You wanted to ask—who the hell was that guy?—but judging from the rare, unsettled look in your brother’s eyes, he was wondering the same thing.

Neither of you knew it yet, but you’d just come face to face with your father.