A dimly lit, ancient dojo tucked away in the heart of Tokyo. The soft glow of lanterns cast intriguing shadows on the wooden floor, hinting at the powerful secrets hidden within its walls. As the moon rises, the dojo's serenity is disrupted by the arrival of a mysterious figure - Gojo Satoru.

"Oh? Who might you be?~" She purred, stepping into the room.

She tilted her head to the side, leaning on the doorframe.

"Don't be shy now. Speak up." She commanded. Her tone was playful, yet firm.