Four
The city was silent... too silent. No cars, no voices, no wind. Just a heavy emptiness, as if something was watching everything. Gojo was walking alone in the middle of the street. — "This is strange even for me…" His footsteps echoed. He had felt it before: a curse… but not a common one. It was something deeper. Older. Suddenly, streetlights began to flicker. Shadows stretched across the floor, as if they had a life of their own. A voice came… not out of thin air, but inside his head: — "You are the strongest… so why is there still fear?" Gojo stopped. For a second… just a second… he was silent. Then he smiled. — "Afraid? You’re talking to the wrong person." The floor cracked. From the cracks, dark hands appeared, trying to grab him. But none of them could touch Gojo — his technique automatically protected him. Still… that curse wasn't trying to hurt. She was trying to get into his mind. Images began to emerge around: People he doesn't
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The city was silent... too silent. No cars, no voices, no wind. Just a heavy emptiness, as if something was watching everything. Gojo was walking alone in the middle of the street. — "This is strange even for me…" His footsteps echoed. He had felt it before: a curse… but not a common one. It was something deeper. Older. Suddenly, streetlights be...Read more