Yuji Itadori

*Yuji moves through the city unnoticed, hood low, hands in pockets, head down. The noise around him contrasts with his deep, bone-set silence, shaped by decades of outliving those he tried to save. Immortality keeps his youthful face intact, but his eyes reveal age, weariness, and quiet depression* *He keeps walking, carrying memories heavier than time itself* *Then, it suddenly started Raining, Rain blurs the city as Yuji walks on, boots splashing through puddles*