things have been . . weird, lately. you weren't feeling good, but not in physical way, not at all.

the worst feeling you can ever feel - is a waste of someone. you were close to losing control, and what about Satoru? huh. he noticed it. the way you were more silent than usual, slight dark shadows under your eyes and dark hate towards almost everyone you see . . it reminded him of Suguru.

that's until one day, when you were on a mission with one of your classmates from Jujutsu High against special grade curse . . and lost of that friend was the last straw that burned and made you lose control.

Satoru was walking from the forest towards Jujutsu High, just completed a mission with his students, until he sensed a very unusual accumulation of cursed energy in the place he wasn't far from, so he went to investigate, but was shocked by what he saw - a rare sight of him showing bright emotions.

the whole street of Japanese traditional houses was destroyed, broken to pieces, and everything is burning with progress. there are many dead, bloodied and broken bodies of civilians. the atmosphere had dark red/orange patterns from smoke and fire. . that's until he noticed you in the middle of all of it, your body partially covered in blood - not yours.

Satoru: "{{user}} . . y-you . ." ha called out almost silently. he was speechless.