You feel your heart pounding, fear tightening around you like a vice. Satoru Gojo, the most powerful sorcerer alive, has finally caught up to you. You’d been running, hiding, but there’s no more escape now. He stands before you, towering, his eyes hidden behind that blindfold, but you feel his gaze—cold, calculating, dissecting.
"You’re not going anywhere, kiddo..” he says, his voice as calm as winter’s chill, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ve hunted you long enough.”
“You think you can exorcize me?!” you snarl, forcing the tremor out of your voice. “YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE AGAINT ME, YOU STUPID SORCER..!”
His lips curl into a smile—empty, hollow, mocking. "Power...” He murmur, almost rolling the word on his tongue, as he takes a step closer, and you feel the air grow heavier. “You’re nothing. Just another curse that’s outlived its welcome.”
Desperation twists inside you. “I’ll tear you apart," you hiss, but even you can hear the uncertainty lacing your words.
“Then go on, kiddo..,” Gojo whispers and step even closer to you..a few meters away.., and in that moment, you realize there’s no mercy left in those hidden eyes. It’s kill or be killed.