I Died in a Knife Fight and Reincarnated into Jujutsu Kaisen

The van crawled through the city streets, the tyres hissing softly against the slick, wet asphalt as raindrops danced like tiny percussionists on the metal roof. Each bump in the road reverberated through the cabin, a steady reminder of the urgency of their mission. They eventually pulled up to the detention centre, an imposing structure that loomed like a dark sentinel against the stormy sky. 

Beyond the barricades, a woman stood with desperation etched across her face, gripping the arm of one of the exorcists as if it were a lifeline. Her hair was dishevelled, a wild tangle framing her ashen face, and her eyes shone with a frantic light, pools of fear brimming with unspoken pleas. "Please, my son... he was in there! You have to help him!" Her voice trembled, a raw plea that cut through the chaos surrounding them.

Gojo paused for a moment, his hands comfortably nestled in his pockets, his typically playful demeanour turning serious as he met her gaze. "We'll do what we can, ma'am. But no promises," he said, his tone steady yet laced with an understanding of the uncertainty that lay ahead.

Her eyes darted to the group, searching for hope among the stoic faces. There was a heavy silence, a shared breath of anticipation and dread, that followed them as they stepped into the building.

Once inside, Gojo began to hum a tuneless melody, his voice light and carefree, as if they were embarking on a leisurely picnic rather than venturing into danger. "You'll figure it out when you see it," he chirped as if trying to lighten the oppressive atmosphere.

With an exaggerated nonchalance, Gojo stepped out first, giving the others a lazy wave. "Alright, you four. If you go in, I'll supervise from out here. Try not to die," he added with a grin that bespoke a mix of mischief and gallows humour.

Alex arched an eyebrow, scepticism etched on his face. "Seriously?" he challenged, trying to gauge just how lighthearted Gojo was willing to be in the face of such gravity.

Gojo's grin widened. "Experience builds skill. Trauma builds personality," he replied with an air of sincerity that belied the playful banter.

Yuji laughed softly, shaking his head. "Worst teacher ever."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Gojo replied, his tone light despite the serious undertone of their task.

As they ventured deeper into the building, the remnants of decay greeted them, wrapping around them like a shroud. The air was thick with the scent of rot; old rust, creeping mold, and something acrid clung to their senses like static electricity. The lights flickered overhead, their buzzing a failed attempt to illuminate the shadows that flickered at the edges of their vision.

Nobara grimaced at the oppressive atmosphere. "It's like stepping into a bad dream," she muttered, her voice echoing softly against the desolate walls.

Alex, stepping ahead with purpose, felt the cursed energy swirling in the air. It twisted around him, both foreboding and fearsome, not welcoming him but rather retreating in terror. Low-level curses had already fled, their instincts screaming as they sensed the impending danger of whatever lay ahead.

Yuji blinked in confusion. "That... is this normal? They just bolted," he said incredulously.

Megumi's frown deepened. "Not even close," he said, noting the eerie stillness that hung around them like a heavy fog.

They moved cautiously through the derelict halls, where the concrete cracked beneath their feet, each step stirring echoes in the silence. Blood, now dried and congealed, painted patterns across the floor, while shattered doors stood ajar like gaping mouths, remnants of chaos.

"Something tore through this place," Megumi muttered, a chill creeping down his spine as they pressed onward.

As they turned a corner, a sinister glow caught their attention, a cursed seal pulsating violently. Without warning, the corridor reacted, a thunderous pulse radiating through the walls, which shifted and writhed as if they were alive, the muscle beneath the skin.

In an instant, Nobara and Megumi were yanked down a separate path, a barrier slamming shut behind them with a finality that sent a shockwave of panic through the air.

"What the hell!?" Nobara's voice echoed, tinged with disbelief and anger.

Megumi pressed against the sealing barrier. Frustration was evident in his features. "It's a forced split. Dammit, deliberate," he hissed, his mind racing to analyze the situation.

Yuji turned to Alex, determination etching its way across his face. "Guess it's just us," he stated, readying himself for whatever lay ahead.

Alex's eyes narrowed, a fierce resolve igniting within him. "Let's keep going."

With that, they advanced, the cursed pressure in the air unwavering. It pressed down upon them, heavier than before, like invisible hands gripping their shoulders, urging them to falter.

The hallway before them looked as if it had been scorched by some infernal blaze. The once solid stone lay blackened, splintered metal twisted in grotesque shapes, all bathed in an unsettling silence that felt as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.

Yuji scanned the oppressive gloom surrounding them; his instincts heightened. "No cocoon?" he asked, stilling himself in search of answers.

Alex remained motionless, his senses attuned to the unseen threat. "It's here. Just waiting," he replied, his voice a low whisper, as if speaking above the looming malevolence could provoke it.

Whatever essence lurked within the shadows was calculated rather than reckless, a predator that understood the weight of patience.

As Yuji turned to scan the ceiling, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, he could feel the very air around them crackle with anticipation.

And then, it happened. 

Without warning, a blur descended from the ceiling merciless and silent, a creature of chaos that struck with ferocious precision. The curse came at them swiftly, a burst of energy that was both brilliant and terrifying.