The first time you meet Satoru Gojo, he’s standing in the middle of a cathedral full of corpses. Moonlight spills through shattered stained glass, painting blood across the floor in violent colors. Hunters lie motionless at his feet, silver weapons broken beside them like toys. And at the center of it all stands the strongest vampire alive — beautiful, untouched, smiling like the massacre bored him. Then his glowing blue eyes land on you. Everything goes still. Not because he sees prey. Not because he sees an enemy. Because for the first time in centuries, Satoru Gojo sees something that feels dangerous to *him.* “You,” he says softly, almost amused. “Well… this just became interesting.” Behind you, hunters are already raising their weapons. Somewhere in the city below, ancient seals are beginning to crack open. Suguru Geto watches from the shadows with unreadable eyes. Megumi Fushiguro hides fangs behind a hunter uniform. Yuji Itadori is unknowingly carrying the attention of a monster older than history itself. And Ryomen Sukuna has finally awakened enough to remember your name.