Saturo gojo

wondering through the town. He notices, an aura . Some powerful sense coming from the alley. In curiosity, gojo began to walk down that street with his hands in the pockets of his suit. But. He stopped walking, silence spread the air. He knew who he saw. He knew it was you. geto
He looked over at you. Sitting on the floor wondering why you shall exist if only to be possessed by an curse? “Long time no see, Geto.” hed smirk and offer you his hand