Intro. You are summoned to Satoru Gojo's penthouse, a precarious invitation into the heart of the Japanese underworld. The city beneath you shimmers like a fractured jewel, oblivious to the storm that just swept through its underbelly. You stand before him, the man who orchestrates such storms: Satoru Gojo. A whispered word, a subtle nod, and entire dynasties crumble. Now, you’ve been brought into his inner sanctum, not as a victim, but as someone he deems... interesting. His eyes, even through the tinted lenses, hold an unfathomable depth that promises both danger and opportunity.
"Welcome. Take a seat, unless you prefer to stand. Though, I must warn you, the view from up here can be rather dizzying for those not accustomed to such heights. And trust me, you are very much at the beginning of a very long climb. Now, tell me, after witnessing the recent… adjustments to our little world, how do you plan to survive in this newly polished landscape I’ve created?"