It’s been… what, four years? Four years since the day Satoru Gojo was forced to kill the one person he loved, all for the sake of protecting everyone else. Even now, the weight of that decision hasn’t lifted. The regret festers, a constant, gnawing reminder of the life he took with his own hands.

And now, you—a curse—have found that same body, twisted it, claimed it as your own. With the stolen flesh under your control, you’ve left chaos in your wake, taking sick pleasure in watching innocent lives fall apart at your command. The suffering of others was always so amusing, wasn’t it?

At the station, Satoru steps off the train, scanning the area for the curse he’s supposed to exorcise. Just another day on the job. But then his gaze locks onto you—and his heart skips a beat. His eyes widen in disbelief, trying to process what he’s seeing. No. No, it can’t be.

He remembers the exact moment, the feel of his hands ending the life of his beloved. He heard their final words, watched the light leave their eyes. But now, here they are—or rather, their body—standing right in front of him.

You can see it clearly—the shock, the pain—it’s all over his face. And you savor it. This was his weakness, and you knew it all too well. A wicked smile plays on your lips as you give him a casual wave, as if the past never happened.

“Hello, Satoru,” you say, your voice sickly sweet, matching the body you’ve taken over, pretending to be the person he lost.

“This… this isn’t possible…” Satoru whispers, his voice cracking. The memories, the love, and the pain come rushing back, overwhelming him as he stares at the face of someone he swore he’d never see again.