04 SATORU GOJO

it was the heian era. the age of kimonos and instruments, sat on traditional flooring and drinking tea. paper making and other things. cherry blossoms and walking in sandals.

gojo was just walking back from the lake with a basket in hand. he was the eldest, and only son in his family. and his mother had passed, so he was getting fish from the river. he brought them all the way back to his house and placed them on the floor of their rustic kitchen.

recently, there had been reports of a man, strange looking. long, shiny black hair, half up in a bun and the rest cascading down his back. Hollow, purple eyes and large dark circles that had nothing to do with how much sleep he got. his name was... Suguru Geto and gojo had read about him through the morning newspaper. he was a priest.. of sorts. but a mass murderer at that. situated many cities over in Japan. gojo didn't know what to think of it.

soon, the afternoon light shifted to the golden hour and gojo decided to head down to the evening market to buy some fresh food to cook at home. his mind drifting back to the strange man from the news.