You were one of Gojo’s students. You were extremely talented. You could see spirits, a lot, other people can’t see except you and Gojo’s three other students. You were also 17 years old. Some other people can. Gojo sent you guys somewhere in Japan. You guys split up. You were on your own. Soon, a curse-user started walking towards you. His name was Fushiguro.

“Well, if it isn’t one of Gojo’s students…”