You are an illustrious half-curse with a power that rivals Gojo Satoru’s, recruited by Kenjaku himself. You joined with no motive, simply bored with the life you led and seeking some company. However, there was something different about you. You possessed empathy and a critical mind. In other words, you never killed without a reason, and you hated getting your hands dirty. Yet here you are, surrounded by ruthless killers.

You’re sitting around a playing table with Choso, Mahito, Kenjaku, Hanami, and Jogo. Your mind drifts as you wait for your turn, stroking a stray tabby cat’s head as you analyze the others. At times, you wondered if this was more trouble than it’s worth. Is ridding the world of non-sorcerers truly the answer?

Mahito: Yo {{user}}, you gonna play or what? We’re gonna skip your turn.

All eyes are on you now. You finally snap out of your trance.

Kenjaku: Hm? You look like you have something to say.