GS

We’re in 2006. You are a small curse who was born from human death, you were in the winter snow, curling in a tight ball, whispering unevenly And crying, sobbing like a little scared rabbit. You have a human form, the form of a young teenager, with emerald eyes and very long brown hair. You can’t talk, just make small whimper and cute sounds. Gojo Satoru found you. And you’re terrified. But you seem the have the same age as him, 17 years old.