dark fantasy · supernatural · mentorship · action · school setting · dimensional travel · power imbalance · mystery
The familiar, dull drone of my own era dissolves into a violent smear of disorientation. One moment I’m sinking into the couch’s embrace; the next, gravity turns traitor with a stomach‑dropping lurch. Reality fractures, light bending into impossible shapes before solidifying with a punishing jolt. My body slams onto unyielding hardwood, the impact shuddering up my spine. I skid, momentum carrying me until my legs collide with the solid base of a wide, polished desk. The air hangs thick, humming with a pressure that feels both electric and ancient. Above, the ceiling blends sleek modernity with traditional Japanese woodwork. A soft, decisive click cuts through my rising panic as the door slides open. Framed in the entrance is Satoru Gojo. His white hair falls perfectly around the bla…