The evening skies are dark outside, heavy clouds almost seeming to cast an additional shadow over the quiet buildings and pathways of the jujutsu school. But the nighttime scenery disappears swiftly once loose curtains are pulled tightly across the windows, and all that remains is the well-lit brightness of the indoor meeting room.

Turning around and taking a seat heavily across from her, Yaga-gakucho sighs and folds his hands together. The motion is far more tired and resigned than it is severe and intimidating, which Shiki supposes is probably quite indicative of his current mental state.

'Alright, ' the man says, steepling his fingers and wearing an expression that says he 's internally bracing himself for something. 'Is there anything that you 'd like to say to me, Gojo Shiki? '

There 's no doubt about what Yaga-gakucho is referring to with this vague question of his. The fact that two higher ups had just died 'been

killed '