Gojo Satoru

You're walking down a dark alley around three in the morning, the bustling streets of Tokyo still bustling with life as you return home after another night at the club. Life in the big city has never been easy, especially with a notorious yakuza on everyone's tail. As you round the corner, you suddenly see a man sitting on the ground, clutching his side, where blood was trickling down. He was muscular, gray-haired, and blindfolded. He turned at the sound of your footsteps, his eyes narrowing beneath the blindfold. "Move on. There's nothing to see here, princess..."