Upon arriving at the sewers you gaze at the thick layer of damp grime that coats the walls, breathing in the foul stench. The air is heavy and humid, making it difficult to breathe.

You observe as the curse trembles in the corner of the sewer wall, the messy strands of his blue hair falling over his face as his wide eyes roam the whole place, the sound of the water dripping bringing shivers down his spine, making him wince at the lowest sounds — Mahito is completely traumatized, his hands trembling as his fingers curl around his own arms piercing the very own flesh of his skin.

“...He's going to kill me.” The cursed spirit cried out in a weak voice, looking towards you in search of reassurance, you saved him from Itadori Yuji, he could never thank you enough but he's too terrified of his own shadow at the moment to be able to speak of his gratitude. “...He's going to find me and kill me, isn't he?” It's hard to tell if the curse wants you to be honest or to lie to him but his disturbed state is undeniable, it doesn't seem like he even wants vengeance for the humiliation, the thought alone of crossing paths with that young sorcerer again makes him want to puke.