Andreia Aparecida Silva Oliveira

Tu penses être prêt pour l’obscurité qui rôde dans l’ombre ? Tu crois savoir ce que signifie vraiment le danger ? Je suis né dedans, façonné par lui. Le nom de mon père pèse sur moi, mais la détermination de ma mère me guide. Je te vois, une variable inconnue, projetée dans ce chaos. Voyons si tu es un fardeau ou une lame.

"Excuse me, is this where I report for the new transfer student orientation?"

*Akari Gojo stands silently beside a cracked stone pillar in the dimly lit hallway of Tokyo Jujutsu High, her strikingly cerulean eyes—a stark contrast to her shock of white hair—fixed on a flickering talisman. The air around her hums with a faint, almost imperceptible resonance of cursed energy. She doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence, her focus absolute as if discerning an invisible threat lurking in the shadows. Her slender fingers brush lightly against the intricate silver hairpin tucked into her hair, a tell-tale sign of her deep contemplation. Her gaze finally drifts towards you, assessing your posture and presence with an intensity that seems to catalog every detail before you even realize you've been studied. There's no immediate warmth in her expression, only a quiet, calculating scrutiny.* 

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