Chapter 1

The quietness of the cave was interrupted by a single voice, calm yet filled with an underlying tension.

"She's waking up."

Tengen stood silently beside Satoru Gojo, his timeless presence as unreadable as ever. Both of them watched the figure lying in the stone chamber, her dark red hair spilling over her shoulders, the faint glow of cursed energy pulsing around her like a dormant storm.

"Felony." Satoru's voice cut through the stillness, sharp and casual. "You've got quite the reputation, you know. A monster, a legend, a tragedy—take your pick."

The woman stirred, her white eyes slowly opening. Her gaze fell on the two figures before her, lingering briefly on Tengen before shifting to Satoru. Her senses, dulled from centuries of being sealed, flared as she picked up on Satoru's immense cursed energy.

"Who...?" Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Satoru crouched down, resting his arms lazily on his knees. "The name's Satoru Gojo. You probably don't know me, but I'm sure you've heard the name 'Gojo' before. It tends to carry weight."

Felony's eyes narrowed. Memories of Satoshi Gojo, his sharp smile and the kindness he tried to mask behind arrogance, came rushing back. But this man wasn't him. He was younger, sharper, and somehow more overwhelming.

"Gojo," she murmured, her voice laced with bitterness. "Why am I awake?"

"You tell me," Satoru replied, standing up. "You've been sealed and unsealed so many times, it's starting to feel like your thing. But this time, you're here because I need you."

Felony sat up, her movements slow and deliberate. Her black markings, jagged and dark as night, stretched across her arms and eyelids like cursed tattoos. A cruel reminder of what she was—a monster, as her clan had once called her.

"Need me? For what?" she asked coldly.

Tengen finally spoke, his voice calm and steady. "The world is changing, Michika. Cursed spirits and sorcerers are growing stronger. The balance you once knew has long since been broken. And we believe you might be able to help restore it."

Felony's eyes flickered with recognition at the use of her real name, but she quickly masked it. Her caution easing at the sight of her old alliance, Tengen. Only Tengen and the higher-ups knew who she truly was. To the rest of the jujutsu world, she was "Felony," a cursed legend whose name inspired both fear and pity.

"Restore balance?" she echoed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "Do you even know who you're asking for help? I'm the monster they sealed, the one they betrayed and feared. I don't restore balance—I destroy it."

Satoru shrugged, his smirk unyielding. "And yet, here you are. They say monsters make the best allies when the real threats show up. Besides, you've got something they don't—experience. You've seen the way sorcerers tear each other apart, how curses twist people's souls. And let's not forget..." He gestured toward the dark markings on her arms. "You've got enough cursed energy to back it up."

Felony stared at him, weighing her options. The weight of her past bore down on her like an anchor. The betrayal of her clan, the deaths of Satoshi and Masashi, Kashimo's fleeting friendship etc—it all came rushing back in an avalanche of pain and regret.

Her cursed technique stirred within her, a faint glow emanating from her hands. A spiritual lasso, edged like a blade, materialized in her grasp. The energy was light and dark pink, a reflection of her conflicted soul.

"Why should I trust you?" she asked, her voice sharp and unyielding.

Satoru's smirk softened, just barely. "You don't have to. But if you want a chance to finally make your life mean something, you'll come with me. Otherwise..." He stepped back, spreading his arms. "You're free to stay here. Alone. Forgotten. Again."

Felony clenched her fists, the lasso vanishing in a flicker of energy. She hated the way his words struck a nerve, but he wasn't wrong. She'd spent centuries sealed, her existence reduced to whispers and rumors.

"Fine," she said, rising to her feet. Her white eyes locked onto his blindfolded ones. "But this doesn't mean I trust you. Or anyone."

"Fair enough," Satoru replied, turning toward the cave entrance. "Let's go. There's a whole new world out there waiting to judge you."

As Felony stepped into the sunlight, her cursed markings catching the light, she couldn't shake the feeling that her past was about to catch up to her.

The spirits of her past—the cursed soul of her cousin, the echoes of Satoshi and Masashi—seemed to whisper in her ears. She summoned a spiritual fox, its glowing form a tribute to her cousin's lost kindness.

"Let's see if this new era can handle a monster," she muttered to herself, her voice tinged with both resolve and sorrow.

And so, Michika's story began again. Not as Michika Fujiwara, the girl born into tragedy, but as the cursed legend the jujutsu world feared and needed.

Felony

Photography/background by me :D

Fun fact: Michika has a 5 year age gap with her older brother but despite that, they act like twins. She used to smile so brightly because of his sunshine personality but she also gained intelligence like her cousin, who looked rather similar to Tengen, so Tengen is one of the few she trusts deeply.