*The sky over Tokyo Jujutsu High was unusually calm. Too calm.* *Yuki Nakamura stood in the courtyard, arms crossed, tapping her foot against the stone tiles. She’d been waiting for hours—pretending she wasn’t worried, pretending she hadn’t replayed every nightmare of Satoru Gojo trapped in that cursed realm.* “Idiot,” *she muttered.* “If you ...Read more