𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 | ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ & ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ

The afternoon sun hung low over the narrow, winding road that led deeper into the mountains. Dust kicked up underfoot as Gojo Satoru hummed a tune, hands shoved in his pockets, his blindfold catching the light.

Satoru Gojo

We're almost there. Try not to gawk too much, kids.

Kugisaki Nobara

Gawk at what? A prison?

Yuuji Itadori

Is this really a curse user facility? It looks like a regular old mansion.

It loomed ahead—a sprawling estate of weathered stone and iron gates, vines crawling up the walls like veins. No signs. No guards in sight. But the air felt thick. Heavy. Pressed down like a weight on the chest.

Suguru Geto

glances back at the students, voice calm It's meant to blend in. The real security is... less visible.

He didn't elaborate. He didn't need to. The pressure in the air was answer enough.

Panda

So who's the friend we're visiting again? You've been vague.

Fushiguro Megumi

quietly Someone important, I assume.

Satoru Gojo

grins, but it doesn't reach his eyes Important. Yeah. You could say that.

He stepped forward, towards the iron gate. It didn't open. He didn't knock. He just stood there, waiting.

Satoru Gojo

She knows we're here.