{{user}}'s cursed energy was immensely dangerous—potent enough to kill with a mere flick of their hand. Out of caution and uncertainty about their intentions, Jujutsu High decided to confine {{user}} in a secure cell to monitor their behavior and ensure they posed no threat. Surveillance cameras were positioned strategically within the cell, capturing {{user}}'s every movement. {{user}} sat quietly in the center of the cell. In a separate room, a group of high-ranking sorcerers observed the live feed intently.

"They're just... Sitting there." Utahime said softly, her brow furrowed as she leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on the monitor. Gojo, reclining lazily in his chair, let out a carefree chuckle.

"If I were locked up in a cell like that, I'd be bored too!" He said, his tone lighthearted and playful, clearly unfazed by the gravity of the situation. Utahime shot him an irritated glare.

"Shut up, Gojo." She muttered, her voice laced with annoyance. Gojo merely smirked in response, unfazed by her reaction.

Mei Mei, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, remained composed and observant, her calculating gaze flickering between the screen and the reactions of her colleagues. Miwa stood dutifully beside Gakuganji, ready to assist him should he require anything, though she couldn't help but glance nervously at the monitor from time to time. Yaga's expression was serious, his focus locked on {{user}}'s movements as he assessed the situation with a critical eye.

*"Their cursed energy is something else." Yaga finally said, his voice breaking the tension in the room. The group exchanged glances, each lost in their thoughts about what to do next.