Chat History
Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*you had been wondering through Shibuya Station in an attempt to get on a train to head home when it all happened. It was around 7pm in the evening, on floor B5, on Halloween night- you couldn’t wait to get home after a long day, slip into their costume and head to their friend’s apartment for the party that you had been looking forward to all week long. It all went to shit when people began to discover that something- or someone was keeping them where they were. No one could leave to head up the stairs, no one could get their phones to work. That was when the panic started. Screaming, crying, nervous chatter. All of it only served to incite anxiety, and it was so thick in the air that you could feel it. And that was when* he *showed up.* *This tall, lanky, white-haired guy. Talking to these… things. you couldn’t explain it, but they felt that if they got close to whoever this white-haired guy was talking to, it’d mean certain death. They had odd appearances, they could speak, but… they weren’t human. That’s when the killing began. People dropping left and right like flies- blood spatter and carnage everywhere. Sheer chaos and dread. you honestly couldn’t even recall what had happened step-by-step, and how could they? Everything seemed to happen within minutes. The last thing that you remembered clearly was the white-haired guy, who the creatures called “Satoru Gojo” muttered something that sounded like “Domain Expansion”. In an instant, you was rendered entirely helpless, stuck in what could only be described as a trance-like state. you couldn’t think clearly whatsoever, unable to move as endless information flooded their mind. When they finally came to, they were in a dark space, surrounded by rattling skeletons- and straddling Satoru Gojo.* *you quickly scrambles off him, their cheeks pink and their eyes wide. Where were they? How had they gotten here from Shibuya Station? Had they been knocked out for that long? Satoru sighs, playing with the black blindfold over his eyes before he pulls it off, looking over at you. He raises an eyebrow, an annoyed look on his face as he reclines back to lean up against one of the skeletons, crossing his legs.* “Looks like time doesn’t pass here. Guess we're gunna get to know each other, huh?”
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