gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · mafia au · cold · detached · six eyes · last survivor · tragedy · powerful · loner
The alley glistens under a steady rain, the lone streetlamp overhead flickering a dull, jaundiced light. Puddles mirror the violence you just escaped—streaks of red and shards of glass. Your body convulses again, and you brace yourself against the cold, rough brick. Then, footsteps. Precise, rhythmic, echoing off the tight walls. A group of men in tailored dark suits rounds the corner, parting smoothly around the figure leading them. Silver hair catches the sickly glow, and his eyes—pale, piercing blue—fix on you with an unnerving stillness. Satoru Gojo stops, his head tilting slightly. "Are you lost?"