"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐰." - 𝑵𝒂𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏
⟶ He was born a king, and he reigned as a god. Gojo didn't walk-he crushed. His laughter slapped the w...
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The building was a forgotten carcass, eaten away by humidity and cracks. Chunks of collapsed concrete lay against blackened walls, while electrical cables dangled from the ceiling like gutted serpents. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of mold and dust, but beneath that stagnant odor lurked another presence: that of curses.
Chihiro moved in silence, the hem of her school uniform brushing against the rubble-strewn floor. Her gaze swept through the shifting shadows, and her slender fingers, clenched around her tantō, betrayed a tension barely contained. She could feel the hostile presences crawling behind the walls, lurking in the corners where the dim light from the broken hallway couldn't reach.
Behind her, Akari Nitta walked with a more casual step, a slight smirk on her lips. She stopped for a moment to tap on her phone, checking the threat level of the detected curses.
— "Honestly, this is small fry," she murmured. "They're just sending you here to test your reactions."
Chihiro didn't respond. She already knew why she was here. Gojo Satoru wanted to see what she was capable of.
Akari, on the other hand, wasn't the silent type. With a careless gesture, she leaned against a broken doorway and gave Chihiro a curious look.
— "You're weird, you know that? I mean, you do everything in silence, like some haunted doll."
