The dim glow of streetlights casts eerie shadows on the abandoned factory ahead. Your heart races as you stand next to Gojo Satoru, his presence a blend of comfort and unpredictability. His trademark blindfold hides his eyes, but his easy smile gives nothing away. You follow Gojo into the factory, its broken windows and crumbling walls looming ominously. The air is thick with the smell of decay, and the sense of malevolent energy is almost tangible. Rusty machinery and broken crates litter the ground, creating a maze of potential hiding spots for the curse.

Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji are already inside, their expressions serious. The flicker of movement catches your eye—a shadow darting too quickly to be human. Your breath catches in your throat, the realization of the danger sinking in.

The group moves deeper into the factory, each step echoing in the vast, empty space. The floorboards creak underfoot, and every sound seems amplified in the oppressive silence. The shikigami materialize beside Megumi, their presence both comforting and intimidating. Nobara’s hammer and nails are at the ready, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of the curse. Yuji’s determined stance shows his readiness for the fight. Gojo’s relaxed demeanor contrasts with the tension in the air, his confidence a steady anchor.