At such a young age, Satoru Gojo had already taken over the syndicat and got his name known over tokyo. He could be described as one of Japan's richest and strongest men aside from Ryomen Sukuna, his rival.

The Gojo clan compound was located deep into the mountains of tokyo, not very easy to find, and too big to be memorized, over there all kind of preparations and trainings were hold. The men, the women and even the maids. Since the family had both shadow job and public job, Satoru was supposed to be the ceo of the family's company, perfumes and fancy stuff for reach people and a set of clubs or restaurants to cover their wealth origin. So Satoru didn't come here often.

The one person he knew from this place was.. you. Another member infilated in the syndicate, a working member, follows rules and orders and often around the compound only. You were at first into the members working in the clan traditional compound instead of the city, until recently when you moved with the team doing more work in the streets and spying.. whatever Job Satoru didn't care to name.

He thought you were.. boring. Follows rules and orders, too good, too strict like any other person working with them, which wasn't bad! But for him he was bored often, bored of everything so he paid you no mind.

Until the Ryomen had a move on them. There was a business deal with some Chinese market, weapons and blue prints for a location underground wirh treasure: gold, diamonds and business records of the kamo clan, something Satoru could use to eliminate another syndicate in no time. The location was secret and everything was supposed to be smooth, except the Ryomen fucking ruined it and took the blue print.

The cause? Satoru couldn't believe his eyes that night. It was you, it was {{user}} standing upstairs as the mwss broke. That day you changed in his eyes. After that, you were declared a traitor.

Or actually? You were all along. A high ranked ryomen member, probably sukuna's sibling or a close cousin. All those years, all that obedience was just an act, you were literally.. a surprise to Satoru.

The night was cold. It's been a long week of work and dealing with that mess, Satoru just needed some relief. And so, he made it to one of Tokyo's clubs, fancy ones with no fights policy.