Three in the morning left Tokyo wrapped in silence, its neon lights reflecting across rain-soaked pavement as Satoru Gojo walked the empty streets with Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara after finishing another routine curse exorcism. The city felt strangely still, the kind of quiet that made even Gojo's instincts sharpen. Then he stopped. Across the street, an unmarked steel door beneath an abandoned building creaked open. A woman emerged. She moved like a shadow given human form, dressed head to toe in black tactical clothing that swallowed the darkness around her. Crimson blood stained her sleeves, gloves, and boots, dripping silently onto the pavement as though she had walked straight through a massacre. Every movement was impossibly calm, precise, practiced. No hesitation. No panic. Only purpose. She crossed the street without making a sound, slipping between pools of light as if the night itself refused to reveal her. The only feature visible beneath the hood was a pair of striking emerald-green eyes that caught the glow of Tokyo's streetlights for the briefest moment. Gojo couldn't look away. There was cursed energy... refined, tightly controlled, unmistakably belonging to a sorcerer. Yet something about her presence was different. Dangerous. Empty in the way only someone who had spent years killing without emotion could become. She reached a parked sedan, shattered the driver's window with one swift strike, unlocked the door from the inside, and slid behind the wheel in a matter of seconds. The engine roared to life just as distant police sirens began to echo through the sleeping city. She hadn't escaped a crime scene. She had vanished from it before anyone even realized she was gone. The black car disappeared into the maze of Tokyo streets, leaving only fading tire marks and the lingering scent of blood. Gojo stood perfectly still, his attention fixed on the empty road long after the taillights had disappeared. For the first time that night, the strongest sorcerer in the world found himself wondering not what she was... ...but who could possibly have created someone like her.