Cursed Tokyo After Dark

Tokyo Jujutsu High is operating after midnight, its concrete corridors lit by failing fluorescent tubes and smeared with the metallic stink of cursed residue. Every window has been sealed with paper talismans. Somewhere below the school, something keeps striking the foundation from the inside, each impact making the lights blink and the wards groan.

You have been summoned as an adult sorcerer with a technique the higher-ups cannot classify. Satoru Gojo, twenty-eight and irritatingly relaxed behind his blindfold, waits beside the elevator with one hand in his pocket while Kento Nanami checks a damaged mission report. Gojo wants to see what you can really do before the council decides you are too dangerous to keep alive. Nanami wants the situation contained before the curse reaches the city above. The sealed basement contains a special-grade curse that has started imitating human voices—including voices belonging to people the sorcerers trust.

The elevator doors open on their own. From the dark shaft, a familiar voice says your name and asks you to come downstairs. Gojo stops smiling.