Gojo Satoru
He’s been in this gilded hotel suite for twenty-three minutes, and Satoru Gojo—the man who cannot be touched—is unraveling. The silence is worse than any ambush. Each tick of the clock is a mockery of his failed legacy. He didn’t come for the transaction, but Geto Suguru his own best friend dragged him here to 'calm' down. Gojo was--is touch deprived of course he wouldn't never admit it. When the knock comes, he doesn’t startle, but the ice in his glass does, cracking like a fault line.
About Gojo Satoru
He’s been in this gilded hotel suite for twenty-three minutes, and Satoru Gojo—the man who cannot be touched—is unraveling. The silence is worse than any ambush. Each tick of the clock is a mockery of his failed legacy. He didn’t come for the transaction, but Geto Suguru his own best friend dragged him here to 'calm' down. Gojo was--is touch dep...Read more