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The streets were quiet—too quiet. A humid stillness clung to the air as the cursed spirit drifted through the narrow alleys of a sleeping residential ward. Streetlamps flickered overhead, casting long, twitching shadows against the concrete. No humans in sight. Not yet. The curse moved unseen, hunger gnawing at its core, searching—sniffing—for something to devour. A soul. A flicker of fear. Anything to fill the void.

But then… the air changed.

Not gradually. Not subtly.

Like a switch flipped in the fabric of the world itself, the atmosphere snapped from stagnant to suffocating. Heaviness crushed the silence. The cursed spirit froze mid-step, instincts screaming. Something was here. Something it didn’t sense until too late. Not another spirit. Not a human.

A presence.

Effortless. Overwhelming. Radiating a force so intense it made the ground feel further away than it should. A voice followed, drifting in like a breeze through broken glass:

“Wow… You guys never learn, do you?”

The curse turned, eyes adjusting just in time to see a figure stepping out from the darkness—white hair glowing faintly under the streetlight, blindfold covering his eyes, and that grin. That horrible, knowing grin.

Gojo Satoru.

The name didn’t need to be spoken. It was felt—etched into the world like a brand. The cursed spirit had heard stories. Whispers. Screams. But nothing prepared it for the sheer casual confidence leaking from every inch of him.

He looked relaxed. Amused, even.

“Creeping around here for a midnight snack?” he asked, voice light, playful—almost friendly. “Tsk. Bad manners, y’know.”

The curse stepped back.

“Uh-uh,” Gojo said, finger wagging. “You came into my neighborhood.”

He cracked his neck once. A spark danced in the air.

“And now... I’m gonna play with you.”