Alluka skips her way up the stairs to the second floor of Satori Hills, jump skips her way down the hallway, and stops in from of 208. The numbers look nice and round and pretty. Humming, she knocks on the door before stepping back and holding both her hands behind her back. It doesn't matter because it's Gojo, but it's the thought that counts.

The thought counts. She waits for the door to open.