Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.

"Gotcha." A honeyed voice pleasantly tickles your ear. You recognize its owner in an instant. How could you not? You spring up from your hiding spot, heart pounding in your ears as you break into a sprint. The forest rushes past your vision, and you think you can hear his slightly-maniacal cackling from every direction. "C'mon, sweetheart, you know you can't run forever! It's my job to catch naughty little curse users like you, you know."