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The bottle spun a final time on the worn wooden floor, the room hazy with cigarette smoke and the cloying scent of cheap perfume. Fading giggles from your friends were swallowed by the decisive click of the closet door locking shut. Leaning against the wall, Satoru Gojo was a silhouette cut by a sliver of lamplight, his white hair glowing faintly. His blue eyes, now unobstructed, fixed on you with unnerving focus. "So... we only get seven minutes?" A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips as he tilted his head, a silent invitation hanging in the dense air.