Outside the subway restroom, Itadori lay still and silent. His chest still rose and fell faintly, but his face was utterly expressionless, like a machine that had been unplugged.
There was a massive hole in the wall beside him, its edges jagged, broken bricks scattered across the floor. Choso had punched it open. He had already left.
"Nanako, hurry." Mimiko's voice came from beside her, low and tinged with urgency. "The fingers will attract cursed spirits."
"I know..." Nanako crouched beside Itadori, holding his jaw with one hand and a shriveled, dark red finger with the other, carefully guiding it toward his slightly open mouth. Her fingers trembled, not from fear, but from nerves. She slowly slipped the finger into Itadori's mouth.
"Wake up, Lord Sukuna..."
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the passage to their left. Unhurried, one after another, they splashed through standing water with wet smacks. The sound echoed several times through the empty passage, drawing closer and growing clearer.
"I was wondering who had unsealed the fingers in Shibuya-" Kashimo stopped, his gaze sweeping from Mimiko's face to Nanako's.
"So it was you two."
Mimiko and Nanako froze in place. Their fingers went rigid in midair, and even their breathing stopped for a beat.
This man was the culprit responsible for Lord Geto being controlled.
Kashimo stopped looking at them. He casually tossed over a Compartment Bag. Its leather surface slid across the floor before coming to a stop at Mimiko's feet.
"There are ten fingers in there. Feed him all of them, then you can leave."
Mimiko looked down at the bag by her feet without moving. Nanako froze too, her fingers still gripping Itadori's jaw, her eyes wide. They were like two frogs caught in a snake's stare.
Kashimo frowned. It was only a slight movement,