[Following Satoru Gojo's light footsteps, you passed through a dark, musty corridor and reached the layers of confinement cells the higher-ups had established deep underground.]
["Creeak-"]
[Satoru Gojo pushed open the heavy iron door, revealing a cramped room densely plastered with suppressive talismans, even across the ceiling.]
[Those talismans resembled twisted red snakes, radiating unsettling fluctuations of cursed energy as they ruthlessly suppressed the small figure at the center of the room.]
[Amid the snake-like runes twisting across the walls, a frail boy in a white T-shirt trembled all over, curled up with his arms around his knees on the room's only wooden chair like a terrified young animal.]
[Satoru Gojo stopped and turned sideways, making an exceedingly gentlemanly gesture for you to enter, a meaningful curve on his lips as though he were showing you his latest discovery.]
[You ignored his theatrics and walked straight forward, looking expressionlessly at that pale face, shadowed by heavy dark circles and filled with gloom and sorrow.]
[You silently recited the words in your mind and quietly activated "Phantom Parade."]
[Countless blue streams of cursed energy data flashed through your eyes as you began a deep analysis of the boy's cursed energy characteristics and cursed technique information.]
[Looking at Yuta Okkotsu's miserable appearance, as though he might shatter at any moment and die at a touch, you felt not the slightest sympathy.]
[Your gaze was colder even than the underground air.]
[In your view, whatever the reason-even excuses like "losing control" or "not knowing"-once someone unjustifiably took or wantonly trampled another person's life and inflicted irreversible harm, that perpetrator had already lost the right to be considered "human" in your eyes.]
[He was merely a monster in human skin that could lose control, no different from the trash cursed spirits that needed exorcising.]