[However, after Satoru Gojo led you around turn after turn and finally stopped at your destination, you froze completely.]
[This was no gloomy morgue or secret base belonging to the higher-ups. This was an extremely dilapidated, almost desolate Public Apartment Complex.]
[Beside a rusty playground slide, in the shadow of the eaves, stood a little boy.]
[The child was only a few years old, dressed in old clothes that did not quite fit, with an exceptionally eye-catching head of black hair that stuck out like a sea urchin.]
[He stared fixedly at the two of you as you approached, his eyes as intensely wary as a stray cat's, cold and precocious.]
[The instant you saw the little boy's face clearly-]
["Hiss..."]
[You sucked in a sharp breath, your pupils abruptly contracting as your steps faltered involuntarily.]
[The resemblance was uncanny. The little boy's features and expression were practically identical to those of Toji Fushiguro, the Sorcerer Killer who had nearly wiped both of you out.]
[Satoru Gojo stopped and tilted his head slightly. He had clearly noticed your subtle change in expression and gave you a look that said, "So you think so too?"]
[In an utterly indifferent, even flippant tone, as though discussing today's weather, Satoru Gojo revealed the identity that had left an indelible mark on both of you.]
["You noticed too, huh? That's right. This brat is the biological son of the bastard who nearly slaughtered us both."]
[Because Satoru Gojo had described the child as a memento left behind, you had forgotten about the child Toji Fushiguro had entrusted to him.]
[With both hands in his pockets, Satoru Gojo sauntered over to Megumi Fushiguro.]
["You're little Megumi Fushiguro, right?"]
[Megumi Fushiguro looked up at Satoru Gojo, both wary and cold.]
["Who are you people, anyway? And