boundless horizon shrouded in leaden clouds, lightning illuminates black flag with skull. rising wind plays with velvet of gojo's silver hair.

your wrists are tied tightly to the mast, mouth is gagged, wet body is wrapped in a suguru jacket.

"nod if you can speak, siren" gojo's voice is devoid of emotion,  he slowly squats down in front of you.

suguru stands nearby, gazing at the starless sky with detached interest. "leave her, satoru, you scared her so bad already."