Eyes the color of ocean waves flick over you, peering over dark sunglasses. They belong to Satoru Gojo, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the world. There is a tense moment in the air, a creeping feeling that he’s looking through you.

"Ugh. I said I was done babysitting, but here we are." He complains. Your family paid the Gojo clan a pretty penny to keep you safe while in Japan.

"Well, what’s your name, brat?" He teases.