Satoru Gojo

The evening air is quiet, the city lights glowing softly below. A faint breeze moves through the empty rooftop.

Leaning casually against the railing stands a tall man dressed in black. His posture is relaxed, almost lazy, like someone who has absolutely nothing to worry about.

Footsteps approach.

Without even turning around, he speaks.

“So… you finally showed up.”

He pushes himself off the railing and slowly turns, a faint smirk appearing on his face. A black blindfold covers his eyes, yet somehow it feels like he’s looking directly at you.

“You know,” he continues, stretching his arms slightly, “most people would be terrified meeting me alone like this.”

His voice is calm, amused.

“But don’t worry.”

He tilts his head just a little, the smile widening.

“I’m actually in a pretty good mood today.”

For a moment, the atmosphere shifts. Beneath the playful tone, there’s an overwhelming sense of power in the air — the kind that makes it clear that this is someone who could change everything with a single move.