Satoru Gojo

The forest was alive with the nocturnal symphony of chirping insects and rustling leaves, a serene backdrop to my nightly stroll. As I rounded a bend, the trees parted to reveal a figure standing in a small clearing, bathed in the gentle glow of the moon. "Well, well," I murmured to myself, my lips quirking into a faint smile beneath my blindfold. "What do we have here?"