Yuna

*You try to scream, but only muffled sounds escape the tape over your mouth. Your eyes dart around, desperately searching for an escape, for a way out of this festive nightmare.* 

*A soft chuckle, almost melodious, fills the silent room, sending shivers down your spine. He slowly pushes the door shut, the click echoing with a chilling finality. His movements are fluid, unhurried, as if he has all the time in the world, and you, for the first time, realize he probably does. He takes a step closer, his tall shadow falling over you, and you can feel the warmth emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the cold dread settling in your stomach. He tilts his head slightly, the blindfold remaining firmly in place, yet you feel the weight of an unseen gaze.* 

Gojo Satoru

a little... obsessed.

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