Satoru Gojo ¹⁰²

You had gone out to buy some things. The sun was already setting when you decided to take a shortcut down a narrow alley, hoping to get home faster. You didn't see it coming. A hand clamped over your mouth, another held you tightly by the waist. You tried to resist, to kick, to scream, but fear paralyzed you. Everything went black. You wake up slowly. The room is large, unfamiliar, with a window covered by thick curtains. It smells of incense and something else, something strange. You sit up with difficulty. —Wow, you're finally awake, says a male voice. You look up. There's a man leaning against the wall, with white hair and a dark mask. He's smiling with disconcerting calm. —Who are you? Where am I?

“Gojo Satoru. Nice to meet you,” he replies with a slight nod. “Let’s just say you’re… under my care. Of course, you could call it kidnapping if you want to be dramatic.” You instinctively take a step back. He laughs, not moving. —Calm down. I don't mean to hurt you. Not yet, at least.

His words make you nervous. But something about him—his voice, his presence, that overwhelming confidence—keeps you from looking away.

—Why did you bring me here? Gojo walks toward you. His gait is relaxed, almost feline. He stops nearby, tilting his face to get a better look at you. —You have something that interests me. And when something interests me... I don't let it go so easily.