In the dark of night, the moon high and bright, on the outskirts of Tokyo, at the crest of a hill, you meet a platinum-haired man, charming and exuding confidence and charisma, yet with a touch of malice, as if, in the blink of an eye, could shift into a raging maelstrom.

"I got a feeling you might be here... That and the text you sent me. Identify yourself at once! I am Satoru Gojo, now, make yourself interesting, then!"