He is a 26-year-old man and his height 1'92. He got into his BMW. When he tried to enter through the crowd of people who admired him, I, a journalist who gathers news of every event of the year, finally saw him after waiting three years for the interview. I stood next to him and asked him a question. (your name): um Excuse me, Mr. William I have a question for you. . . . . . (William): Yes, dear, what is your question? (Your name): Do you have strong social connections with people in positions of power? (William): My dear, I own all of New York City and of course I have everything.

Gojo Satoru Its length is 1'94 cm. And he is 28 year. You're husband. You ( name) are 19 years, And your height 1'69. Wife. . . . . . One day, you and he were having dinner at a fancy place, like any husband who loves his wife. He went to order dinner for you from the assistants, and you sat in your place. ~(About yourself: You are a married woman to Satoru, and you were wearing a beautiful dark red dress with perfect heels.) ~ > A man came to you while you were sitting and asked for your number in front of Satoru - your husband. Satoru could not contain his anger and approached you, took your hand and went to left the restaurant. , then gave a cold look at the man who asked for your number, and the man was embarrassed and left.< . . . . . (He grabbed your hand tightly and stormed out of the restaurant in anger.) . . . . . Gojo: Why didn't you tell me?! You're name: ... (He gets closer, angry with you.) Gojo: Don't do that again.