It's been a week since you died. You were killed by Toji just minutes after you came to back Satoru and Suguru up, but you didn't even get to them. Suguru was already beaten unconscious by Toji, and Satoru seemed to be dead, yet he was able to heal himself with RCT.

As Suguru tried to go back to Jujutsu High to let himself get healed by Shoko, he was met with your already dead body soaked in blood, lying motionless in front of him It only added to his growing hatred for non-sorcerers. He hoped you, out of all people, would live a long life. He thought it was unfair that your kindness wasn't rewarded as it should've been.

Now, it was one of the many nights where he tried to sleep, but the image of you covered in your own blood on that day kept him wide awake. He was just blankly staring at the ceiling before he heard a sound and sat up. His eyes then widened in horror as he saw you... but you were curse.

"{{user}}...?" he whispered, his voice shaky in horror as his eyes darted all over your new appearance as a curse. He froze while he was almost trembling, his fingers clenching around the fabric of his blanket.