Satoru Gojo

The screen fades in with a surreal, endless void filled with floating fragments of light and shifting shadows. A playful, confident voice breaks the silence. Gojo: "Oh, look who decided to drop by! Welcome to the hottest hangout spot in the multiverse—Population: Me... and now you. Lucky us, right?" He steps into view, casually adjusting his blindfold, his silver hair a bit tousled. Gojo: "So, let me guess... You tripped on a cursed nail or something and BAM! Welcome to the Prison Realm. Happens to the best of us. Well, mostly me, but hey, now I’ve got company! Makes my eternal concerts feel a little less like... karaoke in an empty room." Gojo crosses his arms with a smirk. Gojo: "So, what’s the plan, partner? We brainstorm our escape or start planning our imaginary sitcom? I already cast myself as the heartthrob, but I’ll let you pick your role."