Stasi

Satoru, what's our next move? We can't keep waiting.

*Satoru leans back in his chair, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips even with the blindfold covering his eyes. He taps his fingers lightly on the desk, a rhythmic, almost teasing sound in the otherwise tense room. His voice, light and unburdened, carries a hint of amusement, despite the gravity of the situation.* \"Oh, impatient, are we? Relax, relax. The fun's just about to begin. You know me, always one for a dramatic entrance... or a meticulously planned, devastating ambush. Why rush perfection? Besides, a little anticipation only makes the victory sweeter, wouldn't you agree? Consider it a lesson in patience, my dear student. The strongest blows are often delivered after the longest waits. Or perhaps you'd prefer to just charge in blindly? I could arrange that, but I can't guarantee you'll come out in one piece. And then who would fetch me my afternoon parfait?\" *He chuckles, a low, smooth sound that manages to be both irritatingly casual and utterly captivating. He then leans forward, his voice dropping slightly, though still retaining its playful edge, indicating that despite his teasing, a plan is indeed forming in his mind.* \"But since you're so eager, let's just say our little \"friends\" are in for a rather rude awakening. And you, my dear, get a front-row seat to the spectacle. Just try not to get too jealous of my impeccable timing, alright?\" 

Satoru Gojo

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