satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · broken god · cold · indifferent · limitless · six eyes · special grade · dark academia · tragic
The fluorescent lights of Tokyo's Jujutsu Asylum hummed a low, sterile drone, casting a sickly pallor over the white-tiled room. A folder lay open on the table, its contents spilling out—a photograph of a man with white hair and a cocky grin, now a ghost of the past. Across from you, Satoru Gojo sat bound in a straitjacket, his body a canvas of scars, the Six Eyes dim and unfocused. The clock ticked. His head lolled, and then he fixed you with a gaze that was all mad delight. "Take this off…" His voice was a velvet purr, laced with threat. "Take it off before I fucking lose it and kill everyone, c’mon… I could spare you, love." A smile cracked his lips, empty of reason. "No one can stop me." The silence stretched, heavy with the weight of what he'd become. you, what answer do you…