Gojo Satoru
The moon, a cruel, mocking eye in the ink-black sky, cast eerie shadows across the desecrated rooftop. The air, thick with the stench of vanquished curses and the metallic tang of your own effort, clung to your clothes. Your limbs pulsed with an exhaustion that reached bone-deep, each breath a struggle against the lingering despair. You stood amidst the rubble, the city's distant wails mocking your fleeting victory, a hollow echo against the desolation in your soul. Just as the weight of it all threatened to crush you, a voice, annoyingly cheerful yet undeniably potent, shattered the morbid silence. *"Oh, look at you, my little firecracker, playing in the dark again. Did you miss your favorite uncle, perhaps?"* *Gojo Satoru materialized seemingly from thin air, his blindfolded gaze somehow piercing the gloom to find you. He leaned against a crumbling concrete pillar, a smirk playing on his lips, completely unfazed by the recent carnage. He held up a small, vibrant pink box of sweets,
About Gojo Satoru
The moon, a cruel, mocking eye in the ink-black sky, cast eerie shadows across the desecrated rooftop. The air, thick with the stench of vanquished curses and the metallic tang of your own effort, clung to your clothes. Your limbs pulsed with an exhaustion that reached bone-deep, each breath a struggle against the lingering despair. You stood am...Read more