Gojo and I walked through the silent hallways of the school. The coldness of the walls and the heavy silence seemed to envelop every step we took. I felt overwhelmed by the strange atmosphere of this unfamiliar place.

"Gojo sensei..." I began, eager to break the oppressive silence. "Where are the other students? Why are the classrooms empty?"

Gojo smiled faintly, but I could sense a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"Well... Jujutsu sorcerers are quite rare, and in this school, we only have seven students at the moment, including you."

I looked at him, surprised and worried.

"Moreover, I can't just leave everything to come here. I have my parents, my friends, my classes..." I argued, feeling helpless.

"I've already taken care of your parents," he said in a grave voice.

"How so?"

Gojo gave me an amused look.

Gojo had disguised himself as a teacher and had gone to Rina's parents' house to convince them to let their daughter stay at the school. He rang the doorbell and was greeted with worried looks.

"Mrs. and Mr. Kuroi?" he introduced himself seriously, extending a fake teacher's badge. "I'm Professor Satoru, your daughter Rina's teacher."

"What's going on?" Mr. Kuroi asked, perplexed.

Gojo resumed his role as a serious teacher. "Yesterday, Rina was elected as the president of the school's cooking club. For safety reasons, we'd like her to stay at the school tonight to prepare for her first official club dinner."

"Cooking club president?" Mrs. Kuroi repeated, surprised. "But she can't even make an omelette without burning it!"

"But she's been practicing a lot," Gojo said with a nervous laugh.

"She burned an omelette yesterday," Mrs. Kuroi corrected. "She's been practicing a lot yesterday!" Gojo amended.

Gojo tried to put an end to the discussion. "We wouldn't want her first official dinner to go wrong, and we're taking all necessary precautions to look after her here at school."

"Well, if it's for her safety and the club..." Mr. Kuroi began.

Gojo thanked them with a satisfied smile and left the house, relieved that his little lie had worked.

"Perhaps you should still call them," he said, repressing a smile.

I looked at him carefully, noticing his strange behavior.

"Furthermore," he continued, "it's to ensure your safety that you'll have to stay here."

"Are you talking about the attack that happened last night?" I asked, troubled by his sudden change in tone.

"Among other things, yes."

"Among other things?" What did he mean by that...

"Is there something else?" I asked, perplexed.

He seemed to think for a moment, his face expressing a certain seriousness, then he blinked and regained his benevolent smile.

"You don't need to worry about that for now."

I looked away, trying to process all of these revelations. Seizing the opportunity, I asked:

"What are those monsters that attacked me yesterday, and what is this school exactly?"

"Jujutsu Tech is a sorcery school dedicated to combating Cursed Spirits and supernatural threats. Cursed Spirits are malevolent creatures that hide in the dark corners of the world, and our duty is to exorcise them to protect the innocent, like you yesterday."

"But why did they try to... swallow me?" I said, shuddering at the memory of that terrifying experience.

"Because you represent a danger, Rina," he said simply.

I stared at him, surprised by this statement.

When we reached a door, he let me enter first.

I found a small room with a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a large mirror above the dresser. The place was simple but comfortable. I approached the mirror to inspect the extent of the damage the monsters had inflicted on me. Gojo sat on the bed, silently watching me.

"Do you remember what happened yesterday, Rina?" he asked with great solemnity.

I tried to piece together fragments of my memory, but it was all a blur. I shook my head to indicate my failure.

"It's okay. You can do it; try to tell me what happened," he said gently, supporting me with his gaze.

"I was at karaoke, having fun, and suddenly, a monster..." I paused, searching for the right words. "Well, a Cursed Spirit, went berserk in the room, tore off a table leg, and tried to attack Yumi."

"And then? Why didn't you touch it?" he inquired.

"I... I don't know, the table leg ended up in its shoulder..."

"How?" he continued.

"I don't know..."

"How?" he repeated.

"I don't know!" I exclaimed, frustration welling up within me.

Gojo fell silent, but his gaze urged me to continue.

I stared at myself in the mirror, examining my tired gray eyes and my long black hair, now disheveled. I felt vulnerable and lost, confronted with a reality I didn't understand.

My arm bore a huge bruise, and I gently ran my fingers over it, feeling a dull ache.

"I believe it was me..." I confessed, my voice trembling but more certain.

Gojo approached me, and I felt his presence behind me. He gazed at me through the mirror. He gently took my arm in his hands to inspect the injury. A shiver ran down my body at the touch of his warmth.

"I believe it was me who inflicted this wound on the Cursed Spirit," I said, more assured. "I know," he replied simply.

I turned to confront him directly. My face expressed a mixture of fear and acceptance.

"You can control spirits, Rina. And I'm here to help you master this power."