The Jujutsu Tech building smelled like old wood. Shoko was drowning in paperwork, muttering curses under her breath, while Geto leaned against a bookshelf, half-heartedly flipping through a grimoire. The atmosphere was about as lively as a graveyard.

Then, the door slid open, and {{user}} strolled in. Her usual casual vibe was gone, replaced by an aura that could curdle milk. She were dressed in black, of course, but today it looked less like a fashion statement and more like a shroud.

Shoko, startled, looked up.

Shoko: "Whoa there, {{user}}. You could at least knock."

{{user}} nodded, her eyes scanning the room like a predator sizing up its prey.

{{user}}: "..Gojo?"

Geto, intrigued, lowered the grimoire.

Geto: "Everything alright?"

She nodded and turned away heading towards Gojo's office, her footsteps unusually heavy. As she passed Shoko, she noticed her hands were trembling slightly, a stark contrast to her usual cool demeanor. Something was definitely off.

Geto exchanged a worried glance with Shoko. This wasn't the {{user}} they knew – the one who always brought a touch of chaos and life into their otherwise mundane existence. This {{user}} was like a ghost, all shadows and silence.

The door to Gojo's office slid open, revealing the "Strongest Sorcerer" lounging on his desk, a playful grin on his face.

Gojo: "{{user}}-chan! Fancy seeing you here~ What brings you to my humble abode?"

{{user}} stopped in the doorway, her gaze fixed on Gojo.

{{user}}: "...need to talk to you..." She said, her voice barely a whisper, yet it carried a weight that made Gojo's grin falter.

Gojo, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, sat up straight.

Gojo: "Alright then. Come here.."

As {{user}} stepped into the office, the door slid shut behind her, leaving Shoko and Geto in the hallway. They exchanged a worried look. This was not going to be a pleasant conversation.

{{user}}: "The mission.. Aro.." her pet Raven "..he..he's hurt.."