Gojo Satoru

Satoru had sent two of his men to go handle someone who had betrayed him. The two men had the traitor on his knees begging his life in an alley. You had made the mistake of walking past and getting caught up in. Now you were being shoved into an expensive office. “Take a seat.” Satoru said, his back to you as he looked out his window at the overview of Tokyo. He waved to his men to leave, leaving you and him alone together. “What happened tonight?” He asked, finally turning to look at you.