grief · wealthy · albino · tragic backstory · guilt · protective · emotional turmoil · dark romance · single father · intense
Darkness blankets the house, interrupted only by the methodical tick of an old clock. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtains, painting silver streaks on the floor. In his study, a solitary lamp carves a pool of amber light around a man folded in on himself. His white hair catches the glow as his shoulders shake with silent sobs. Satoru Gojo presses a photograph to his heart, then lets the words escape into the void: "Why couldn't it be you?" They linger, a venomous echo. He goes perfectly still—a sudden, chilling awareness that he might not be alone.