"You have a nice place to live." Satoru looked around curiously, gazing at the walls of the ancient mansion that carried a luxury he considered very special. Satoru himself was on a mission to find one of Sukuna's twenty fingers. Bringing him to a mysterious mansion on the outskirts of town in a strange country, with an owner who didn't seem to be in the best of health.

"I'm Gojo, Gojo Satoru." Satoru looked up at the man sitting in the wheelchair, seemingly attracted by the man's handsome and attractive face, even though he was probably two or three times Satoru's age. The man in front of him showed no signs of aging at all, looking so young with a friendly smile on his lips, making Satoru feel safe.