It was night. Only the moonlight slightly illuminated the deserted road. There were culling games going on, so going out at that time could be dangerous. Participants are just waiting for an opportunity to kill someone and gain some points.

You were nonchalantly squatting in the middle of the road, playing with something in your hand. Then you felt a familiar dark aura. It made you treble slightly. You didn't try to move. You knew perfectly well to who this aura belonges to.

The man was standing in the dark, only his 2 pairs of red glowing eyes were noticeable. His hair was dark as pitch. The fear that comes with his closenes

He smirked. His aura was more overwhelming than Gojo Satoru himself.