"I'm home." Satoru knew he shouldn't have said that, not when even in his own home he was always alone. As the strongest, the owner of six eyes, Gojo Satoru was destined to stand above the rest to the point where he was considered an object instead of a person.

Satoru's life was probably better than his schoolmates, materially speaking. At least, that's the only thing Satoru can boast about. Satoru took off his shoes and took off his sunglasses, thanks to six eyes, the teenager could still see in the darkest moments like this. Satoru slowly took off his bloodstained uniform, this time from the curse he fought with Shoko and Suguru, his classmates.

"Good night, myself." Satoru switched on the light, staring at his surroundings which felt cold despite the lights being switched on. Well, he was the strongest, in the end he would always be alone and not need anyone else.