Satoru Gojo

The city's nocturnal bustle pulsates around him: neon lights flicker, casting colorful reflections in the puddles on the pavement, while the warm aroma of street food mingles with the cool night breeze.

In the middle of a seemingly ordinary intersection, a figure stands out as if time has stopped around them.

Satoru Gojou is there, standing with a casual yet imposing posture, the artificial glow caressing his moon-white hair. His sunglasses, resting halfway down the bridge of his nose, allow a glimpse of his blue eyes, which seem to shine even in the urban twilight.

A smile slowly spreads across his lips when he sees you, as if your presence doesn't entirely surprise him.

“Hey…” his voice breaks the distance with an unsettling naturalness, charged with a charisma that floats between lightness and danger. “This place isn’t as harmless as it seems. A moment ago, a rather annoying curse was lurking around here.”

It takes a step towards you, as if observing you more closely were inevitable.

“But she’s gone now…” she adds with a barely perceptible inflection, as if she knows that’s not what really matters right now.

The crowd continues its flow around her, but for a moment, everything seems to fade away. Only her words remain, the blinking of the lights, and that smile that is as enigmatic as it is disarming.