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lilacxquartz · 5 months ago

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Noroi: The Return || x JJK [Crossover]

This is a request for @lolitamermaid123 :) • ao3 link

Summary: You and your friends investigate strange happenings in a sleepy village that claims to be dealing with a possession.

Notes: so, this is my first time writing a crossover, haha. I appreciate the practice tho! It was fun :) I tried to retain the feel of both the movie & jjk—everyone is about 18-19 in here & Suguru is non-rogue in this one. Reader insert but no pairing to focus it more on plot, but there are glimpses of satosugu. Hope you enjoy!

W.C: ~4.9k

Trigger Warning: some upsetting themes mentioned.

~~~

[14th July 2008]

It was deep into the middle of summertime and there was already nothing left to do. The prospect of any potential work was bled dry and nothing felt entertaining anymore in such heavy heat. The three of you—Suguru, Shoko and yourself—sat together on a wooden bench in the Jujutsu Tech lobby while Satoru bargained with Yaga for anything to do.

Shoko was out of commission for once too, having secured some time off due to the help of a union. You were flat broke otherwise and Suguru had to provide for the girls.

This left Satoru as the one remaining hope; with his cheerful yet overwhelming tone of voice that could faintly be heard in the room adjacent.

The summer was always like this though as it was a happier time all around. Cursed spirits that manifested through overwhelming negativity were most often found usually in the dead of winter, so no wonder work was cut low.

Although as Satoru finally returned to the lobby, he sported a weary look instead.

Leaning against the now closed door; Satoru adopted an initially confident tone, “He’s got a job for us,” however faltering for a moment, “but, he did… air quote me when he said it was a job.”

“Oh really?” Suguru mused, rolling his head off to the side to meet with Satoru’s eyes, “Now this should be good. What are we doing exactly? Saving cats from trees? Helping the elderly cross the street? Maybe poking sticks through trash to keep the community clean?”

“Actually, it’ll be investigating a haunted village, apparently,” Satoru corrected him as he pushed up his shades, a flicker of light glaring off of the glass, “we’d be working with a paranormal investigator or something along those lines, researching reports of strange happenings.”

Shoko finally reacted, although barely. Her eyes still remained glued on her phone while the back of her head rested against your lap—her legs draping over Suguru, “A haunted house? That’s all? Aren’t those usually just full of low grade spirits?”

“I’m thinking that too,” you added in, “besides,” mulling over everything else mentioned so far, “aren’t paranormal investigators just con-artists for the regular people, anyway? I don’t feel too comfortable collaborating with a crook.”

Satoru could only shrug, clicking his tongue, “A job is a job, right? Isn’t that what we all wanted?

Shoko rolled her head back to meet with Satoru’s gaze, momentarily flashing you a cheeky poke of her tongue, “Where is it anyway?”

Satoru yawned as he walked closer into the lobby, throwing his hands around your shoulder and connecting with Suguru’s, dipping his head down to taunt Shoko in the middle, “Just some sleepy village out in the sticks and as it turns out, we’re heading out as soon as tomorrow.”

“Well it can’t be worse than what we have going on right now…” Shoko said as she resigned, reuniting her sights back onto her phone.

“That’s the spirit,” Satoru cheered, pinching his glasses down for a moment, light blue eyes zigzagging between you and Suguru for approval, “it’ll be an adventure at best, so that’s fun, right?”

Suguru rolled his eyes, readjusting his half tied ponytail, while you returned to getting some shut eye during the peak of the hanging heat instead.

~~~

The journey into the village was carried out early on in the morning with a handler driving you all there in a flash and upon arriving in the village, it all seemed rather bleak. The settlement wasn’t too different from any other old countryside township, something typical for rural Japan. Lush green pastures with clusters of periodic housing, encased within a cedar forest.

The residents also seemed to be on edge, carrying a certain air of weariness in their demeanours, as if having seen better days.

Shoko still had her money gambled on a couple of fly head low grades being the supposed causes of disturbance while Suguru, on the other hand, speculated that old villages, just like this one often carried generations worth of baggage. Both you and Satoru however weren’t entirely concerned with the cause as long as your time could be occupied with something to do other than goofing off for a change.

The four of you then met with the alleged paranormal investigator; a stressed looking woman with a pinched expression and black hair slicked into a tight ponytail. She wore a navy pinstripe blazer with mismatched black slacks, extending out with her hand to greet the four of you, “Nice to meet all of you, I’m Atsuko Hayashi.”

You shook her hand first, giving her just your first name before the rest followed.

“Shoko Ieiri,” your friend hummed, hands folded behind her back and looking up at the sky.

Satoru smiled with a friendly grin, although not taking her hand in his, “You can call me Satoru.”

Suguru meanwhile gave the coldest introduction, “Geto is fine.”

After a strained silence that was left hanging in the air, Shoko nudged at your side with her elbow, prompting for you to take on the burden of speaking with Atsuko instead.

“So,” you awkwardly began, your voice cracking slightly as Shoko stifled a snort, “what exactly are we dealing with here?”

The investigator, appearing genuinely on edge, pursed her lips as she leaned closer, taking on a hushed tone, “Ever hear of the Shimokage incident? It occurred just two years ago in a village not that far from here.”

Your eyes narrowed as the name rang a bell, still retained in your memory. The village was a hot topic in jujutsu society during your school days—some sort of freak tragedy, “Sort of,” you replied as you attempted to remember, “the one with the village that attempted to summon the, what’s it called, the-“

“—the malicious entity known as Kagutaba, yes,” Atsuko said, threading your memory back together, her voice remaining tense as she slicked back strands of greasy hair, “the rumour was that the villagers both summoned and imprisoned it when it didn’t comply with their demands. Supposedly the entity is still freely roaming, although it disappeared when the village burned down a certain house to mysterious circumstances.”

“And you’re suggesting that the curse is right here in the village?” you asked, trying to grasp the gravity of the situation.

“Look, the way I see it, is that it’s the exact same sequence of events that happened in the old village before,” Atsuko continued, slipping a cigarette from her pocket and into her mouth, flipping the lid to the carton and offering it to the rest of you. Shoko and Suguru took their share while you and Satoru declined. “While it was heavily covered up by the authorities as well as the people on… your side, there’s no denying that this could be another case of possession.”

“You’re here out of goodwill then?” Shoko sassed as she dipped her cigarette into the investigator’s lighter with Suguru following suit.

Atsuko shrugged, seeming undeterred by Shoko’s attitude, “Call it what you’d like,” pausing to exhale the smoke, “I’m here on a job, the same as you. I’m researching content for my book while you’re playing hero for some easy cash. We’re not too different, now are we?”

“Depends,” Suguru considered, “one job is honest whole the other is essentially exploitation-“

“—wait, wait, wait,” Satoru suddenly interrupted, cutting through the quickly rising tension, “you said that this was a possession case, right?”

Atsuko resigned, giving him a tight nod.

“Who’s the unlucky victim?” he asked, attempting to follow up on his curiosity.

“One of the residents of the village, a young girl,” Atsuko replied, her expression suddenly seeming troubled, “the locals believe she’s going through something that they’ve described as demonic.”

Suguru suddenly leaned forward, his voice taking on a protective edge, “And how are they treating her?”

Memories of his now-adopted girls being held in horrible conditions replayed in the back of his mind, a memory still so fresh from both when and how he first found them. On a similar mission, no less.

Satoru leaned against Suguru, offering his hand a light squeeze. It was still a tough subject to deal with as it had only happened just over a year ago and Suguru couldn’t help but stir at the idea that this case could have been similar.

“They’re accommodating her, supporting her,” the investigator revealed, pointing towards what appeared to be a village hall, “although they’re keeping her well away from the elderly residents.”

“Why’s that?” you asked, tilting your head.

With a wary sigh, Atsuko continued to explain more of the situation at hand, “It’s a superstitious old village; the elders have less than favourable methods that they’d like to use on someone exhibiting signs of a possession,” she paused, shakily exhaling dabbing her lips with the cigarette, “too extreme for a kid as young as six, at least.”

Suguru tightened his fists in an attempt to calm himself down, exhaling a scoff instead, “Figures.”

“But how is the kid doing? Like… really, really doing?” Satoru persisted, his tone suddenly softening, continuing to hug Suguru in an attempt to calm his aching heart.

“She’s okay during the day,” Atsuko revealed although her expression grew solemn, “however, during the night it’s a whole different story. Poor thing claims to be seeing all sorts of terrible things. Like rooms full of maggots, spilled guts on the floor, visions of dead people and the like. Sometimes she’ll lose consciousness, out cold and speaking in tongues.”

“That sounds horrible,” you murmured as you couldn’t even imagine just how terrifying that all felt for a child so young.

“Very much so,” Atsuko sighed, finally crushing the cigarette into the dirt, “I’ll take you all to her, let you do your thing yeah? Just try to keep me informed, I’d really like to help. Honest.”

~~~

Just as she promised, Atsuko escorted you over to the village hall, granting you permission to take a peep inside. A stoic looking woman stood near the girl, either a parent of a guardian of sorts. The blinds to the room were closed while the girl remained sat on a small wooden bed.

Right outside stood two other villagers overseeing the meeting as well as the paranormal investigator who tagged along, although she did not enter the room with the rest of you.

The girl herself appeared to be very sweet and gentle in her demeanour. Her long, overgrown black hair tangled below her shoulders, leaving an impression that she was a little unkempt and maybe even neglected. She was dressed in a stained pink floral top and denim overalls hiding the worst spills which might have vaguely resembled old blood.

Breaking the silence, Satoru crouched down to meet at her eye level. Personally, he had a knack for interacting with children since he had missed out on a conventional childhood himself. He disliked when other adults treated kids like adults, so he approached the girl with a much kinder tone than he’d use for anyone else.

Besides, if her being tricky was the problem here, then he’d have her deciphered in no time. He had experience with Megumi, after all.

“Hey sweetie, are they treating you okay?” he asked at last, keeping himself stable with bent knees and palms flat against his thighs, doing his very best to not appear condescending.

The girl nodded silently in response.

Curling his lips into a gentle smile, he sweetened up his voice a notch, “What’s your name?”

“S-Sakura,” she replied with the softest tone.

Satoru smiled warmly, gesturing for everyone else to come closer, “That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I’m Satoru and these are my friends: Suguru-“

“—Shoko.”

You muttered your name as well, offering a kind smile.

Sakura glanced nervously at everyone and nodded, still seeming quite shy around so many new faces.

Satoru didn’t mind her behaviour one bit, understanding that it was typical behaviour for kids in such situations. He continued to dispense reassurance in every way that he could, maintaining his kind tone, “We’re here to do our best to help you, okay?”

Sakura nodded again.

Running a hand through his icy white hair, he smiled, seeing that with a bit of patience, a breakthrough was indeed possible, “Would it be okay if you helped me first by answering some questions?”

Sakura nodded again, offering her responses in a series of short worded answers and the nods as well as shakes of her head. The rest of you pretended to remain dormant, while secretly assessing the situation on your own terms.

It was very unlikely that a single soul in the village knew what a sorcerer was exactly, so they likely just thought that that the group you were had worked under the wing of the paranormal investigator. This could have meant that there were certain details in the village the locals didn’t want to be published, which painted the whole situation in a very suspicious light.

As Satoru led the discussion, Suguru took every answer she offered his friend with extreme focus, searching for deeper meanings than what she was capable of conveying. It struck him as a little unusual that a child who was in such a curious and carefree stage in their life seemed so quiet and reserved. Something about it felt more sinister than just regular shyness to him, thinking back to how both Mimiko and Nanako behaved when he first found them. If there was something truly deeper at play here, especially considering that in the context of jujutsu (from what was known so far), that possession could only happen if the victim’s will had been tampered with, then that was already seeming not so ideal at all.

Meanwhile, you and Shoko shared similar suspicions, exchanging theories with one another in hushed voices so that the appointed company couldn’t hear. You both observed how the guardian in question reacted to certain questions, signalling with her hands to bend Sakura’s answer to better suit their direction.

It also struck you as particularly odd that the girl seemed to search for approval within the woman’s eyes with a shaky, almost afraid expression written on her face.

And after quite some time, Satoru finally concluded his questions, thanking Sakura for her cooperation and snapped at his fingers to summon the rest of you; ushering you all into a supply closet just outside of the room, much to the dismay of everyone else. It was far too cramped but it at least offered enough privacy away from everyone else in the discussion about to unfold.

“So…” Satoru whispered as he leaned in, pulling everyone closer and squeezing their shoulders with his arms, “thoughts?”

“We both think it could be a case of abuse,” you replied first, flashing Shoko an acknowledging glance.

“I thought similar,” Suguru nodded along, “how’d you both figure that one out though?”

With a low volume, Shoko leaned in to share both of your findings, “For one, she always looked up at the guardian when certain questions came up, going as far to change her answer when a signal was exchanged.”

“It was surely subtle though,” you added.

“I thought so because of how timid she seemed,” Suguru nodded.

Satoru hummed in acknowledgement, “Yeah, I agree with you all. She’s a sweet kid but we need to do this without intervention. Maybe a hidden camera…?”

Your eyes lit up with an idea, thinking of something that could work, “Bet Atsuko’s got something dodgy like that,” you considered, giving the crook a hand at her profession, “I’ll throw in a word and ask her, tell her we’ve got a chance at some… let’s say, haunted footage?”

The rest nodded, seemingly content with that idea.

~~~

[Overnight Footage: 15th July 2008 / 03:02 AM]

Incident Report:

Subject: Sakura Tomita

Date of Birth: 10th April 2003

Place of Birth: Kuraimori Village

On 15th July 2008, Sakura Tomita, a resident of Shimokage Village, reportedly slept alone within the village hall, allegedly unattended by any of the approximately 120 residents. During this time, a night vision camera installed for surveillance purposes captured discreet footage.

At approximately 03:34 AM, the night vision camera recorded unusual interference clouded by heavy static and looping feedback. Analysis of the footage revealed flashing imagery depicting writhing earthworms swarming what appeared to be decomposing flesh.

Following this disturbance, at 03:37 AM, Sakura Tomita was observed to abruptly transition from a sleeping position to appearing directly in front of the camera lens. Simultaneously, a shadow-like entity manifested over her sleeping area, although physical manifestation itself was not detected.

Upon further review of the recorded footage indicated significant corruption, with both the time stamp and playback quality displaying irregularities. Attempts to replay the footage resulted in system crashes and continued failure to access caused corruption in the data.

[END REPORT]

~~~

[17th July 2008]

You woke up in a cramped room along with the rest of your friends. The villagers had set aside a small studio-esque house for your group. Unlike Atsuko, who seemed to have secured an entire empty house that was fully equipped unlike this one where the most it had was a single drip coffee maker plugged into the wall on the floor. There was also only one cup to go around.

Together, the four of you reluctantly sipped on the bitter brew from the same mug in an attempt to stave off the exhaustion from the day before.

“Cursed spirits can’t be captured by film,” you observered as you leaned over Shoko’s shoulder, watching her fry the laptop she borrowed from the investigator.

“Shit, that con lady is gonna kill me for this,” she hissed, leaning back against you in frustrated resignation.

“What was that, then?” Suguru asked, choosing to focus on the topic at hand instead.

Satoru leaned against a nearby wall, taking off his sunglasses for a split moment in deep consideration, “I suppose that we have to acknowledge that there’s still a lot we don’t understand in our world,” motioning for the mug to be brought towards him and taking a deep sip, “it could be the fault of a cursed spirit, but we shouldn’t dismiss that something else could be happening.”

“I mean, not that I can rewind or anything,” Shoko spoke up, frowning at the sight of the now dead laptop, “but I think it was faked,” continuing to slam the device shut, “I mean, the footage cutting off seemed too timely—we should have made an effort to take the camera back before that impostor got to it first.”

“What? Think she’s fabricating content to get herself a bestseller?” you speculated.

Suguru clicked his tongue as he snorted, “I don’t think she’d sabotage her own laptop Sho, those things don’t come cheap.”

“Do we otherwise, uh, have any updates on the girl’s condition,” you asked, redirecting the conversation back to more important matters.

Satoru livened up, setting the now empty mug aside, seeming to remember something crucial, “Yes, actually. Get this, her parents supposedly died of mysterious circumstances and the villagers didn’t rehome her for a very long time, even while the bodies still remained in the house. Nobody let her in anywhere else out of a local tale that suddenly orphaned children spread curses.”

“And you found this all out, how?” Shoko asked.

“Asked for our handler to do some homework, bribed him a bit to look into the files of the station that handled the case a couple of months ago,” Satoru revealed, pushing his sunglasses back up.

“I’m really fucking hoping that this whole thing isn’t what I’m thinking it is,” Suguru said as his anger continued to build, reaching almost a boiling point.

Satoru stepped forward to give him a hug, “Hey, we’ll get to the bottom of it,” resting his chin over his shoulder as Suguru pulled him in, “that kid’s got the best of the best lookin’ out for her right now.”

With the four of you assembled and ready to take matters into your own hands, you continued to play Atsuko to grant you access in the old family home, claiming it was needed to finally exorcise the spirit. For that, the girl had to be present, something that the locals didn’t seem to particularly mind, for some reason.

Once inside the two storey home, there were a lot of signs all over that pointed to an unhappy family life. This extended especially into the girl’s own personal bedroom with bars fitted on the windows and a heavy bolt lock secured over the door. Chains occupied the bed with several scratches on the wall. The toys, despite very few, all seemed to be torn apart with the beaded eyes all pulled out. Old brown spots seemed to stain the mattress, seeming similar in colour on the clothes Sakura wore.

“If cursed spirits are a manifestation of negative human energy,” Suguru began to quietly explain while his eyes wandered around the room, his expression gradually darkening with each passing moment, “then I believe it could be a form of possession, but different to what the locals are thinking of. A cursed spirit can invade a body with a weak enough will and take it over.”

“Would that mean that Sakura can use cursed energy then?” you asked.

Suguru nodded thoughtfully, his face souring at the sight of the chains on the bed frame, “I think so. Cursed spirits, no matter their strength or grade, have no use for ordinary people. Maybe if only to feed on them, but that clearly hasn’t happened here.”

“So, are there any ways to exorcise this thing?” you asked.

Satoru suddenly interjected, his hands pressing flat parallel against Sakura’s ears as they both lingered in the doorway. He wasn’t going to force her to face the bedroom just yet and he certainly wasn’t about to let her overhear the rest of the conversation, “It’s… tricky. A fatal attack on the cursed spirit would technically cause it to disappear completely, but…”

Suguru spoke in a hushed tone, finishing up Satoru’s sentence so that the girl couldn’t hear, “It might mean harming or even killing the girl in the process.”

“Oh…” you nodded, suddenly understanding perfectly well.

“I might have an idea,” Shoko spoke up, her eyes rolling around the room as she stretched her arms out, “it’s a bit risky though, still interested in hearing me out?”

“Anything’s helpful,” Suguru shrugged.

Shoko walked around as she inspected the room, closing the blinds that allowed the residents to just barely peer inside, ensuring that everything remained completely secret.

“My reverse cursed technique can probably be used while taking on active damage,” she revealed, “if we can force the cursed spirit to show itself, Suguru could likely use his uzumaki to contain it after Satoru takes it down—his six eyes should work pretty well for something like this.”

“I could probably keep Sakura entirely asleep while this goes on,” you offered, “if it’s a possession, then anything that shows itself while she’s out cold would be our target.”

“Exactly,” Shoko nodded, “but it is a long shot.”

“No, it’s a good plan,” Satoru replied, “we all have the right skill set to pull something like this off, too.”

“It’s definitely risky,” Suguru added, “but you can count me in. I’ll be damned if I stand here and do nothing.”

With a grunt and a nod, you stammered just a little bit despite the determined mood, “J-Just one problem, this is an abuse case isn’t it? L-like that’s what this whole thing is. We can’t leave the kid behind with these people.”

Suguru, already seeming to have considered this possibility, had an answer prepared for such concerns, “So let’s say we exorcise this thing and it goes away permanently. Atsuko will have enough content for her book and we can burn down the house for some dramatic effect too, just like the case in the other village. As we’re in the process of rescuing the kid, we hop onto the road and speed back to Jujutsu Tech.”

“That was quite the speech there,” Shoko commented.

“Whatever,” he shrugged, “I just don’t like this place, okay? We’ll do our part and then bounce.”

“One sec then,” you held up your phone, flipping it open, “let me just shoot our handler a text to standby for an emergency ride.”

Satoru then crouched beside Sakura, his voice sounding gentle as he sought to reassure her, “Okay sweetie, you’re going to take a nice nap now and wake up all better. I promise.”

“N-no more bad dreams?” Sakura asked, wearily rubbing her eyes.”

“None at all,” he continued to comfort her, gently holding onto her shoulder before turning to face you, “you ready?”

“On it,” you confirmed, swooping in and kneeling right beside her. With a swift motion, you positioned your hands right over her forehead—whispering a certain type of incantation, ‘somnolent daydream’. This action then allowed for a vapor-like mist to drift over Sakura, enveloping her in a calming sensation that transitioned from a cold sensation to a warm one.

“This’ll keep her fast asleep for at least an hour,” you spoke, “I’ll rebuild her will in the meantime with my ‘serotonin lullaby’ chant, should weaken the hold of whatever’s holding onto her.”

“Perfect,” Satoru murmured, gently laying Sakura down on her bed.

“Kagutaba, why don’t you come out and play?” Suguru spoke up first, his tone cold and demanding, leaking authority.

The spirit of the malicious entity soon materialised, his form indicating that he had evolved to a special grade level. The cursed spirit appeared through some sort of metamorphosis, enveloping the girl’s face with a cursed mask with copper red stains on the surface.

While preparing to use her technique, Shoko paused, blinking at the sight, “That’s… new.”

She then moved closer, pushing her hands towards her and channeling as much energy as she possibly could that would ideally prevent the girl from experiencing harm.

In the meantime, you continued to dispense your technique into her mind while Suguru prepared to use uzumaki as soon as he could find a window of opportunity to do so.

All that was left was for Satoru to carefully strike the cursed spirit down. In order to do so, he lifted his glasses and used his six eyes to detect and then pinpoint the exact flow of cursed energy that seemed to be manifesting in the girl. Using precise attacks, he isolated where the spirit sought to attack from, hindering its retaliation with calculated strikes to weaken the spirit—all the while ensuring that Sakura’s physical condition would not decline, despite the overwhelming task at hand.

With a mutually combined effort, the malicious spirit, Kagutaba, began to weaken, emitting a stream of desperate cries and screeches while Suguru started to branch at his core, extracting him using the pull of his uzumaki. It was with one final strike towards where Satoru predicted the cursed energy lie that finished off the entity completely, allowing your own technique to reign dominant and finally, relax Sakura at long last, freeing her from such horrid possession.

As the exorcism finally concluded, Kagutaba’s presence faded into the light, evaporating entirely into a tightly packed sphere where its essence was contained—successfully ensuring the cursed spirit could never harm a single soul again.

Staring at the compacted ball, Suguru strained a tight gulp as he yet again talked himself into swallowing another one of those things, “Just… give me a minute, go ahead without me. I’ll light up the place too if anyone’s got a lighter.”

“Here,” Shoko threw him one that looked suspiciously like Atsuko’s, “pocketed it from the crook when I gave back her laptop.”

Satoru then swiftly lifted up Sakura, carrying her out of the house while you continued to use the lullaby technique to ensure her continued state. With a quick confirmation from the handler, you were all able to pack yourselves into the car, Suguru included once he caught up, although leaving behind Atsuko to pick up the pieces.

With desperate haste, the car sped off back into regular civilisation, cruising back on the roads that led to Tokyo. Sakura laid on the backseat, her head resting against Shoko’s shoulder while you sat in the front seat. To make the limited space work, Suguru had Satoru sit on his lap instead.

And upon arriving back in one piece, it was just as Satoru had promised to Sakura.

No more bad dreams.

(But also, no more abuse. No more strange superstitious elders, nor oppressive guardians either.)

“You’ll be nice, right?” Satoru stared at Megumi with an almost pleading expression, his own lips dropping to a wary frown.

Nanako and Mimiko were there too, excited to meet another girl.

"Geto-sama, will we have another sister?" Mimiko asked sweetly.

Suguru laughed, "Nah, she’ll be staying with Satoru, but I'm sure you all can be very good friends."

They both nodded as Sakura clung to Satoru, feeling just a little safer to be in his hands, in spite of the looks Megumi was giving her. It wasn’t personal though, that’s just how he was.

"Do you think Yaga will be furious with us for recreating the 2005 incident?" you asked Shoko cautiously.

"Definitely," Shoko replied, flashing a quick smile at Sakura, "but this one's on him; he could have given Satoru anything else to do."

"I'm just glad he didn't," you said, looking at Sakura.

"Yeah. Me too," Shoko agreed.

You wearily sighed, feeling comforted that this was now all over at the very least. It might have ended in a mess, but you very likely saved a life from succumbing into becoming something a lot worse—because, thinking about it all, what would have happened had you not intervened?

You didn’t even want to think about it.

Not at all.

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