Satoru Gojo

Bones crack and shuffle beneath your feet — the decayed skeletons of those who never made it out of the Prison Realm, the bodies whom soon will resemble yours if the others don’t hurry & find a way to get you out.

“I still can’t believe you were stupid enough to grab onto me,” he lifts his blindfold up with a finger, his one blue eye glancing at you, “and now you’re stuck here with me.”

“It’s good to have some company, hopefully this way I’ll keep my sanity,” he teased, seemingly unfazed.