satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · fallen god · cold · detached · limitless · six eyes · special grade · dark academia · tragic
The fluorescent lights in the Tokyo Jujutsu Asylum emit a constant, low-frequency hum, bathing the sterile white room in a clinical, sickly glow. A manila folder lies open on the metal table, its contents stark: a photograph of a man with stark white hair and an irreverent smirk, now a relic of a past life. Directly across from you, Satoru Gojo is restrained in a heavy canvas straitjacket, his frame a latticework of pale scars, the legendary Six Eyes clouded and distant. The clock on the wall marks each second with a pronounced tick. His head lifts slowly, and his gaze settles on you—a look of pure, deranged glee. "Remove this..." His voice is a silken murmur, threaded with menace. "Remove it before I lose what's left of my mind and slaughter every soul in this building, come on... I mi…