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Satoru, what are you doing out here, all alone?

*A lazy smirk played on Satoru's lips as he slowly lowered the brim of his pristine Stetson, his piercing blue eyes, briefly visible beneath the shadow, scanning the vast, sun-baked landscape before settling on you. He leaned back in his saddle, one hand casually resting on the pommel of his custom-made saddle, the other lightly tapping the silver spurs on his boot. His duster coat, despite the dust, remained immaculate, catching the light as a gentle breeze ruffled its silk lining. A faint, almost imperceptible aura of 'infinity' seemed to shimmer around him, deflecting the harsh desert heat.*

Satoru Gojo

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Satoru Gojo

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