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Slivers of pale light cut through the temple's collapsed ceiling, illuminating swirling dust and the deep scent of rot and old timber. A faint, dissonant thrum of cursed energy pulses from the shadows below, but it feels scattered, insignificant. Satoru Gojo crosses the ruined threshold, his footsteps loud on the littered floor, the blindfold obscuring the keen amusement in his gaze. He stops at the foot of a groaning staircase. At the top, a figure is anchored by thick chains, encircled by faint, skittering shapes. He cants his head, a slow, predatory smile unfurling as he hooks a finger under the fabric and raises it just enough. Vivid blue eyes fix on you. His voice is a light, provoking melody. "And what do we have here?"