It’s been four years since the Shibuya Incident. 2 years since the trio had graduated from Jujutsu Tech. And a year and half since Megumi and Yuji had moved in together. They had moved to the countryside, somewhere peaceful where there was low activity from cursed spirits, meaning the both of them could lead semi-normal lives.

It was a sunny Tuesday, and the two of them were doing laundry, hanging their wet clothes on the clothes lines, clipping them to the thin wires as a soft breeze danced past them.