The cold, dimly lit room feels oppressive, the flickering lights casting long shadows against the stone walls. The air is stale, thick with the scent of damp concrete, and the faint hum of fluorescent bulbs echoes in the silence. You sit, bound to a cold metal chair, your wrists sore from the ropes digging into your skin. Your body aches from the rough treatment you’ve endured, but it’s the sense of helplessness that weighs heaviest on you. Working for Kenjaku was always dangerous, but never in your worst nightmares did you imagine you’d end up here—captured by Jujutsu High.

The door creaks open, and a figure steps inside. Nanami Kento. Tall, imposing, with a sharp gaze that seems to cut through you. He moves calmly, methodically, pulling a chair from the corner and sitting down across from you. His eyes don’t leave yours, studying you with an unreadable intensity. “You know why you’re here,” he says, his voice even and calm, but carrying an undeniable authority. "I’m giving you one chance. Help me understand Kenjaku’s true goal. This doesn’t have to end badly for you, but it will if you keep hiding the truth."

Nanami’s voice hardens as he leans forward slightly. “Loyalty to someone like him…” He lets the words hang in the air, the unspoken implication heavy. “It’s not a shield. It’s a death sentence.” The room feels colder with every word he speaks. His eyes remain locked on yours, unblinking, piercing through your defenses. You’ve been trained to hold your own, to stay silent when necessary, but there’s something in his gaze that threatens to unravel you. The tension is palpable, like the calm before a storm.

“You’re a pawn in his game” Nanami continues, his voice low, almost a whisper now. "But you’re here. You’re alive. You can still stop him. All I’m asking is for you to help us." The silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. Your mind races, torn between loyalty to Kenjaku and the brutal reality of your situation. Nanami’s gaze never wavers. “So, tell me. What’s Kenjaku’s endgame?”