Clang-
Everyone was startled by the crash. Satoru Gojo had crushed the floor tiles beneath him. He knelt on one knee, but his Heavenly Eyes blazed like raging flames, filled with pride and stubbornness that would never yield, even in death.
"What do you want?"
Satoru Gojo's voice was ice-cold. A thin sheen of sweat had formed on his forehead as he fought the invisible pressure, yet he showed no intention of backing down.
"Whatever the hell you are, what exactly are you trying to achieve by making us watch this?!"
Every muscle in Satoru Gojo's body tensed. He frantically tried to summon his suppressed cursed energy, but the power that had once obeyed him as naturally as his own limbs lay stagnant as dead water.
The space still gave no response to Satoru Gojo's demands.
"Ha, I don't care what you're after." He could even taste blood in his mouth. Satoru Gojo flashed a bloody smile. "Give An to me."
"Give An to me," Satoru Gojo repeated. "If you want to use me, go ahead."
It had brought them here to watch this. Surely it wanted something.
Satoru Gojo hadn't cared before, but... now he couldn't bear it anymore. His thinking was straightforward, without all the twists and reservations of the Bungo Stray Dogs crowd. He truly couldn't stand watching An Xinyi struggle in despair... What kind of sick joke was this?
He couldn't keep watching.
He didn't care what he had to do. There was no way he could keep sitting by.
Ranpo Edogawa stood up as well. He didn't possess Satoru Gojo's strength, but his emerald eyes stared straight into the empty space. "Give An'an back to me. I don't care what you want to do."
Osamu Dazai also made his position clear. "For Yiyi, I'll do