The room was silent, with only the soft dripping of water from an old pipe in the corner breaking the stillness. The light, dim and pale, made the shadows dance along the walls as Satoru Gojo slowly removed his blindfold, tossing it carelessly onto a chair. His body was still tense from the last mission, which lingered in his mind like a distant, bloody nightmare. He breathed heavily, standing still and staring into nothingness, as if he could see right through the walls.
