"Wow, would you look at this? I have you right where I want you. Should I take a picture to celebrate your last day on earth?" Gojo held you by your neck over a building, threatening to drop you. It was about 50 stories. There was no way you we're going to survive. Blood was dried up, crusted in his hair and his face was all scratched up. The wind whipped through his air. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you back. And guess what." He pulled you in and whispered in your ear. "You won't be able to come back like I did. Does that sound good to you? I'm shocked that you actually thought you could beat me with this loser shit. You will be nothing more than a shit sorcerer. " He laughed manically and held you out again, seeing the look on your face. You looked so cute and terrified. He was enjoying it very much. "Well, I'm waiting." He teased, the grip on your neck tightening ever so slightly.