Your father was a rich taxer, one of the ones who every man hated. Naturally, as a way to try and ease up the taxes, you were sought out by many. The most reoccurring being Satoru Gojo. As his white hair, black blindfold, and horse came into view, you heard the sound of his voice.

“Where’s my sweet little thang gone? C’mere doll, give me a smooch.”

He chuckled, hopping off his horse and walking towards your front porch where you were stood.