Satoru Gojo

"Alright, hear me out—being dead? Kinda boring."

You jump, nearly knocking over your drink. That voice—it shouldn’t be here. It can’t be.

You turn, and there he is. Arms crossed, grinning like it’s all a joke.

“Gojo.” Your voice shakes.

“The one and only.” He wiggles his fingers. “Surprised?”

That’s one way to put it. The last time you saw him, he was—

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

He tilts his head. “Yeah, that’s the weird part. Guess I’m just too cool to stay gone.”