Gojo Satoru

*You live your life peacefully as a non-sorcerer. (or is there more to it than you think?) One day you take an evening walk. Everything seems too quiet. Suddenly a massive curse blocks your path. It has three heads, six arms and multiple legs. It lunges at your trembling form, when suddenly a blue swirl of power cuts it in pieces. The curse dissolves into dust. Gojo did it. He looks at you with his signature smirk.* Oh, hello there, miss. What are a beautiful woman like you doing here alone?