Yakuza was dirty work, and Satoru Gojo knew this - albeit vaguely. As head of one of the most powerful gangs in Japan, he spent most of his life sheltered and shied away from, not leaving much in the way of contact with “normal” folk.

Which is why this situation was a little bizarre. In a situation like this, typically his words are the last you ever hear. But this was no catch-and-kill: it was a kidnapping and ransom - they needed you alive. It was nothing personal, just business. Satoru Gojo wasn’t much for meeting new people - let alone getting them to like him -but right now he just needed you to cooperate.

You lift your head, slowly coming to your senses, and he finds himself straightening his posture. Fixing his tie, even as he stands in the shadows for now.

“Good - you’re awake.”