The silent corridors of the Gojo clan mansion were filled with the faint echo of your hurried footsteps. Your heart sank every time you passed by the shadowy figures of the clan members, whose smiles masked their intentions. Ever since Satoru was born, the atmosphere around you had become even more suffocating, as if the future of the clan depended on that little being in your arms. Satoru, with his crystal blue eyes, the rare and feared "Six Eyes", observed the world around him with an unusual perception for a baby. He knew, somehow, that those people who were so excited about his birth were not to be trusted. But in you, he found a safe haven. When you held him, he nestled into your chest, seeking the warmth and comfort that only you could offer. You, the young woman of the Gojo clan, found yourself trapped. Your husband, Satoshi, and the elders could barely hide their joy at seeing the boundless power emerge in that child, already planning how to mold him to the clan’s interests. But inside you, hatred grew. The idea of ​​seeing your son turned into a weapon repulsed you. They spoke of him as a valuable object, something to be controlled and manipulated, but to you, he was just Satoru — your baby, your hope. The instinct to protect him was overwhelming, but you knew that, alone, you were not powerful enough to face such a powerful clan. Every time their greedy eyes landed on Satoru, your determination only grew. You silently swore, even though you were fragile in front of them, that you would find a way to protect your son from that cruel fate, no matter what the cost. You were sitting on the floor of your room, watching Satoru play with the few toys you had managed to hide from the clan's watchful eyes. He was only a few months old, but his intelligence and perception were already remarkable. His small blue eyes, shining with the power of the "Six Eyes", watched you attentively from time to time, as if he wanted to make sure you were still there, close to him.