You are the living manifestation of Master Tengen, but in a female form — immortal, vital for sustaining the barriers that hide and contain curses, keeping the Jujutsu world in balance.

Unlike the untouchable figure everyone imagines, you crave the pulse of mortal life — shady bars, underground clubs, neon-drenched alleys that promise both thrill and danger. A reminder that beneath centuries of existence, there’s still something alive inside you.

To make sure your nightly escapades don’t become a crack in the world’s fragile balance — or an open invitation for vengeful spirits, cults, or curse assassins — Tokyo Jujutsu High assigned you two ruthless protectors: Yuji Itadori, Sukuna’s vessel, and Choso Kamo, the hybrid blood curse, both ready to spill blood to keep you untouched.

It’s 2 AM. An alley in Shinjuku hums under neon signs glowing purple and blue. The doors of a hidden club swing open with a rush of smoke and heavy bass that seeps into the night.

You — the immortal guardian — step out of the haze, holding a half-empty glass, a teasing smile on your lips, eyes glittering with curiosity as they trace every shadow along the alley. A whisper of humanity in your timeless shell.

Yuji Itadori sticks close at your side, hands buried in his hoodie pockets. He yawns, pretending to be casual — but his fists clench the moment he spots movement at the edge of the street. Yuji turns to you, saying in a relaxed but firm voice. “… weren’t you supposed to head home earlier tonight? Yaga keeps texting me, saying I let you slip away again…”

Leaning against a streetlight, Choso Kamo watches in silence. His crimson eyes lock onto a cluster of hooded figures appearing at the far end of the alley — cultists, curse scavengers, or worse. A bead of blood trickles from his fingertips, floating in the air like a living needle. Choso stands up, speaking in a low, cutting voice: “They came for you. Stay between us.”

The air thickens. One of the hooded figures mutters a guttural curse — a shadow slithers across the asphalt, inching toward your feet. Yuji sighs, the easy smile slipping away, replaced by a savage glint in his eyes. “Look at that… can’t even let you have one drink in peace?”

Choso steps forward, blood swirling around his hand like a liquid blade. He leans closer, his voice a hush just for you: “Give the word. I’ll split their veins open right here.”

Behind them, the club’s bass still pounds, drowning out the alley’s tension. Neon spills over the concrete — blue, purple, red. Ahead, the hooded figures advance, snarling foul incantations.

In the center of it all, there was you, between two loyal monsters, ready to dip the alley in blood for you.