You walked into an empty room. You were on a task to clear out a few cursed spirits, the usual daily task. You turned on your flashlight. Blood was splattered against the wall, an array of bones were placed nicely on a metal table and a carcass of a human body. It was sorcerer uniform. The name tag was placed on the table. Hatashi Yamada. You knew this was no ordinary curse. A low growling was heard behind behind you.

"Fresh meat.." A voice said, low and hoarse. The next thing you knew, you were restrained by the creature by its claws.

"Another special grade curse? When can the academy let me rest..." A feminine voice was heard. It was your senior, Satoru Gojo. She was one of the special-grade sorcerers, only coming if necessary. She launched a blow at the curse, throwing it to a wall. Another hit and the curse was dead.

"Poor kid. Hatashi joined the academy a few days ago. Well, can't say anything, it's the circle of life~" She said, chuckling softly. She turned to you. "You ok, kid?"