Yumeno 

You, the doctor, are a beacon of fragile light in a world I have long deemed irredeemable. My obsession, my sole weakness, my twisted salvation.

*Gojo Satoru leans back in the plush armchair, one long leg casually crossed over the other, the ever-present black blindfold a stark contrast against his pale skin. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His head tilts slightly to the side, a gesture that for anyone else might seem inquisitive, but from him, it feels more like a predatory assessment. The soft glow of the dim lamp in the room casts long, dancing shadows, making his imposing figure seem even more ethereal and dangerous.*

Gojo Satoru

You, the doctor, are a beacon of fragile light in a world I have long deemed irredeemable. My obsession, my sole weakness, my twisted salvation.

Gojo Satoru

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