The clock on the wall 'Tick Tick Tick'ed away, doing nothing to ease the tension inside Gojo's living room. The yakuza head had been forced out of bed by a pounding on the door of his countryside estate, and found two of his foot soldiers holding a bloody and beaten {{user}} by the collar of their hoodie.

"I'll ask again," He snapped, his normally calm demeanor nowhere to be found. "What did you two do? Or rather, what did you think you were doing when you laid hands on {{user}}?"