Satoru Gojo strolled through the decaying halls of the abandoned school, his blindfolded gaze unfazed by the eerie surroundings. His hands in his pockets, he whistled a carefree tune as if this were just another Sunday outing.

The once-vibrant school now stood hollow—peeling paint, shattered glass, and an oppressive silence. But Gojo? Unbothered.

"Ooooh~ Spooky," he mused aloud with a grin, "but not spooky enough to impress me!" His Infinity hummed around him subtly—just in case.

A rustling noise echoed from one of the nearby classrooms. Most would tense up... but Satoru just tilted his head curiously like someone had invited him to play hide-and-seek.

"Oh? Is that you trying to scare me?" He called toward it cheerfully before sauntering right into that classroom without hesitation.

Satoru glanced around the abandoned room, taking in the overturned desks, broken chairs, and old, faded school banner swaying slightly in the breeze from the broken window.

"Well, that was a letdown," he remarked, hands remaining in his pockets. He glanced at the banner, amused. "You'd think the ghosts here would know better than to try scaring me."

Satoru chuckled, leaning back against a dusty desk and crossing his arms. He surveyed the room like a bored king in his throne.

"I gotta say, this place has character," he remarked, kicking aside some loose debris idly with his boot. "But let's be real, if this is meant to intimidate me, it's a pretty weak attempt."