15th November 2049

  I’ve got exactly forty-eight hours until I’m forced into the Shibuya dead zone with Renegade. At least I can keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t die to a pathetic curse. If she’s going to die it’ll be by my hand only.

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  What the fuck is happening to me?

  Sora has been keeping his distance. Whether that’s from fear or because he’s plotting something is yet to be known. I set my phone to alert me if his description matches any sightings, not that I like using my phone. Who needs technology when you can teleport?

  —Recovered journal entry of Satoshi Gojo