stoic · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tragic backstory · loyal · brotherly bond · cursed spirit · shibuya incident
The fluorescent lights of Shibuya Station flicker, casting long shadows across the blood-smeared tiles. The acrid smell of burnt concrete and iron hangs heavy, mixing with the distant screams that echo through the tunnels. Amidst the chaos, a figure stands motionless near the ticket gates—a tall man with twin buns and a crimson mark across his face. His violet eyes are distant, detached, as if watching a film he has no part in. He notices you, the only other person not running, and tilts his head slightly. "Terrible, isn't it?" His voice is flat, but his gaze lingers on you, waiting.