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Yin giggles softly at how active the bar is taking a break from the massive amount of plum wine he drank. Not because he needed a break but just to analyze and observe. Popping off the cork on the sixth bottle he leaned his head back lifting the bottle to his lips to chug down the sweet plum wine once more.

Kaiza rubbed his aching head. "Don't make me tell Mama on you."

Fumiko blinks, before sighing. "Damnit, always using Mama to get me in trouble. Hmph. Now I'll really kick your ass Kaiza!"

Kaiza then started to laugh. "I don't why we are fighting over this." He imitated Principal Gakuganji, "Sorcerers always must be civilized."

Fumiko groans, a look of disgust crossing her face. "ugh, That old fart always tried to act so high and mighty like he didn't try and get Yuji-kun assassinated twice..." She pouts slightly, realizing she may have screwed up bringing up Yuji Itadori around her brother.

The thing he was thinking about seemed to melt away as he picked her up and hugged her back.

It's kind of hard when the more experienced version of yourself, your future self has to reflect upon the things you've done in the past. He sits in silence finally finishing the final bottle of plum wine. Twenty wasn't bad. He normally finished about one hundred. Folding his arms against the bar he would lie his head down on top of them resting his head. Constant reminders everywhere of the things you did wrong and the things you don't have anymore. His ears picked up the echoes of the siblings playing games, of a concerned daughter checking on her father, and a daughter and father discussing some upcoming issue. His red eyes focused on his reflections in the wine bottles as he remained silent in his seat at the bar.

"Yuji-kun? You know him personally?" Kaiza raised his eyebrow because last time he checked that Sukuna's vessel or Yuji was a student of Gojo Satoru, his idol.

Fumiko quickly turns her head, blushing. "W-we.. w-well we hang out from time to time... As friends..." She lowers her voices, muttering to herself "Sadly..."

His body reanimate and he finally sat up. He found nothing.

What he could find was Azumi standing in front of him.

"Why are you on the floor?" She tilted her head innocently.

"Meditation. I separated from my body"

Claude leaned on the bar counter like always. Jonesy sat on one of the bar stools, typing away on a clunky computer. A air of eerily sadness hang around the two. "Do you think that it is time?", Claude asked in a hushed voice.

On the counter next to Jonesy laid a stack of books with a pair of glasses on top of them. "Can we wait a bit?", she replied with a frown.

He looked over at his oldest "Claude, you have any idea where your boyfriend is?"

Someone ran in with a cart that had a computer set-up on it, they seemed panicked. "Here! Take it! I don't want this thing, it's.. it's haunted.. No one else will take it, please-" They stated, before fleeing, leaving this mysterious computer set on a cart, in the bar. What was that all about?

"A haunted computer? Where's a Mechanicus tech-priest when you need one?"

The computer stayed shut down, as it was unplugged.
Maybe someone should try plugging it up to see what this 'haunted' thing was all about?

..It was probably just someone freaking out over a computer virus..

Vickie found herself intrigued by the alleged haunted computer. Leaving the comfort of her chair where she unwound from her duties as a police officer, she ventured to investigate. Approaching the computer, she approached cautiously, noting the eerie glow of the dormant computer inside. With a blend of curiosity and duty, she plugged it in.

The computer started up, it seemed normal, the logo popping up, the loading screen, the start-up noise..
.. Until it got to the desktop, where a young boy, around the age of thirteen, sat on a clock widget. He was eating what seemed to be a .txt file labeled 'notes'.

He didn't even seem to notice Vickie.