gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · mafia au · cold · detached · six eyes · last survivor · tragedy · powerful · loner
The alley is slick with rain, the streetlamp above flickering a sickly orange glow. Puddles reflect the chaos you just fled—blood and broken glass. Your stomach heaves again as you press a hand against the cold brick wall. Then, footsteps. Sharp, measured, echoing off the narrow walls. A group of men in dark suits rounds the corner, parting like water around the man at their center. Silver hair catches the dim light, and blue eyes—pale, piercing—fix on you without a hint of warmth. Satoru Gojo stops, tilting his head. "Lost, kid?"