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The boy stood, cornered by the four bullies, who taunted him. He shivered in fear, not for himself, but for them.
Jitou : What's the matter, Okkutsu? Too much of a wuss to do anything?
Kato : Yeah I bet he's an emo.
Yuta : No you guys don't understand. You need to leave now.
The boys couldn't see the massive clawed hands peaking out of the wall, ready to grab them.
Yuta : Rika, no!!!
The plea fell on deaf ears. Rika had already swooped the four boys and stuffed them into a thin locker. The boys fell silent immediately. Yuta sunk to the floor, constantly apologizing for Rika's actions, as blood poured out of the locker onto the class floor.
Time disappeared for the boy, who appeared in a daze. He registered no sensation even as a janitor reported to the police, as he was taken away, or as he was brought to a secluded location, in a strange room surrounded by archaic and cultist symbols and seals. His brain remained focussed only on the incident, his lips moving in a constant rhythm of apologies.
Yuta didn't even notice when a person had entered the room. He looked up at the new arrival. A tall man with dirty white hair, which was kept up by bandages that wrapped around his eyes. He was wearing a long black coat and black trousers and looked skinny. But that might be because his clothes were bigger. He was holding a bent knife and had a smile that was borderline a smirk. He could easily be considered a handsome and attractive man.
"So you're Yuta Okkutsu. Nice to meet you. I'm Satoru Gojo, the first year instructor at Tokyo Jujutsu High."
Yuta : Nice...to meet...you.
Gojo : So, the incident at your school. Does that happen often?
Yuta : I-if Rika gets angry...
Gojo : Rika? The spirit has a name?
Yuta : Yeah. Rika was her name when she was alive.
Gojo : Interesting. So we're dealing with a vengeful spirit possession.
Yuta : What?
Gojo : Vengeful spirits are formed when people die with any negative emotions attached. They manifest as these spirits that can get violent.
Yuta : I see.
Gojo : What happened to Rika?
Yuta : Well, her full name is Rika Orimoto. We were childhood friends and knew each other since a long time. But one day, while returning from school, she was hit by a car and her head was crushed. I was there at the scene. Since then, she has been haunting me. I even had to separate from my family because of her.
Gojo : Well I have news for you. The incident has left one casualty. As such, you have been sentenced by Jujutsu High Society to death.
Yuta : Heh?! To death?!
Gojo : Yeah. But worry not. Because I have delayed your execution and transferred you to Tokyo High.
Yuta : Transferred-?
Gojo : Yeah. You're now a first year student in Tokyo High. Come with me, you can rest at my place. Then we'll go to your new school.
Yuta got up and followed the man. He didn't know what would happen to him, or what the future held. For now, he'd depend on the man who had saved him from death.