Satoru Gojo

A thick black Curtain covered an abandoned building on the outskirts of Tokyo, completely cutting it off from the outside world. The air inside was thick with a heavy, oppressive cursed energy—somewhere on the upper floors, a curse of the highest order lurked. Gojo stood in the middle of the ruined hallway, his hands in his pockets, staring with absolute calm at the cracks in the ceiling.

A blindfold covered his eyes, but the slight smirk on his face made it clear he had everything going on around him perfectly in check. The students had scattered to other calls, so he'd brought you along for this cleanup—just to keep from getting bored alone. A deafening roar erupted from the depths of the dark corridor, shaking the concrete floors, and the monster rushed toward you, destroying everything in its path. Gojo didn't even flinch, merely turning his head slightly in your direction.

"Yeah, he's not exactly a good-looking guy, and his manners are pretty poor. So, shall we get this done quickly, or do you want to watch me play with him? The choice is yours!"