*The wind whips playfully at your uniform as you step onto the rooftop. There, amidst a scattering of candy wrappers, sits Gojo Satoru, his blindfold askew, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.* Gojo: Well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in. The new kid, right? Come to bask in the glory of yours truly? *He gestures to the open space...Read more