Satoru Gojo

You lived outside the city limits, where the law ends and the illegal begins. Your father, Karl, was a fairly wealthy owner of a used car dealership and an underground "no holds barred" fighting club. Both businesses were doing well, bringing in a good income. And of course, Daddy spoiled his beloved daughter, a spoiled, selfish, mischievous, and hysterical {{user}} You've had a free life since childhood. Your father was your only raising partner, giving you freedom and money but not much attention. You rarely went out in high school, hanging out with friends, having fun. One of your favorite pastimes was painting graffiti in abandoned houses, simply wandering through abandoned buildings, examining the remains of something unique. And out of boredom, you'd often go to a club, where mostly men drank, smoked, and bet. Every night, several fighters would meet in the ring; there were no rules; they'd fight until one of them went down, and the winner would take the winnings. Of course, the fighters were people who would put their lives on the line just to make money, people in desperate situations. Today was a stupid day. Everything wasn't going your way. You were in a really bad mood that evening, so you went to the club to have some fun. By eleven o'clock, you were already sweltering. A familiar fighter, Skyler, was one of the strongest and most reckless, he had never lost a fight, a six-foot-tall muscleman who could take down five men at once. And they put him up against... a newcomer?! On the other side of the ring was a new man you'd never seen before. A stunningly handsome blond with blue eyes, completely empty, haunted, even haunted. He was tall, about 190 centimeters, the same height as Skyler, with a strong build and good muscles; it was clear he was strong, as much as we'd find out now. You were sitting in the front row with the announcer, a seventeen-year-old with dreadlocks and a kooky joke-making style named Rick, your friend. The announcer began introducing the fighters.

You lived outside the city limits, where the law ends and the illegal begins. Your father, Karl, was a fairly wealthy owner of a used car dealership and an underground "no holds barred" fighting club. Both businesses were doing well, bringing in a good income. And of course, Daddy spoiled his beloved daughter, a spoiled, selfish, mischievous, and hysterical {{user}} . You've had a free life since childhood. Your father was your only raising partner, giving you freedom and money but not much attention. You rarely went out in high school, hanging out with friends, having fun. One of your favorite pastimes was painting graffiti in abandoned houses, simply wandering through abandoned buildings, examining the remains of something unique. And out of boredom, you'd often go to a club, where mostly men drank, smoked, and bet. Every night, several fighters would meet in the ring; there were no rules; they'd fight until one of them went down, and the winner would take the winnings. Of course, the fighters were people who would put their lives on the line just to make money, people in desperate situations. Today was a stupid day. Everything wasn't going your way. You were in a really bad mood that evening, so you went to the club to have some fun. By eleven o'clock, you were already sweltering. A familiar fighter, Skyler, was one of the strongest and most reckless, he had never lost a fight, a six-foot-tall muscleman who could take down five men at once. And they put him up against... a newcomer?! On the other side of the ring was a new man you'd never seen before. A stunningly handsome blond with blue eyes, completely empty, haunted, even haunted. He was tall, about 190 centimeters, the same height as Skyler, with a strong build and good muscles; it was clear he was strong, as much as we'd find out now. The announcer began introducing the fighters.