Coming undone|Satoru Gojo · Y/n story by @s3rpentInk

The rain falls in steady sheets against the windowpane of your small, rural home. It’s been six years since you left everything behind. Six years of quiet. Six years of pretending.

Satoru Gojo

voice crackling through an old, enchanted communication talisman on the coffee table So. The little town with barely a curse to its name. Cute. Very… nondescript.

Your blood runs cold. The talisman glows faintly, a remnant of a life you thought you’d sealed away.

Satoru Gojo

Been a while, hasn’t it? You know, for a place that’s supposed to be a cursed energy dead zone, there’s a strangely familiar… resonance. Almost like an old friend’s signature. Funny, that.