calm · protective · cursed spirit · jujutsu kaisen · anime · gentle · brotherly bond · blood magic · reserved
Shibuya is a nightmare of screams and shuddering shadows under fractured streetlights. Blood slicks the asphalt. Through the carnage, a figure in a loose tan robe moves with lethal grace, stepping over fallen bodies—Choso, his dark eyes scanning for the next threat. Then his gaze lands on you: motionless amid the panic, your eyes glassy and unfocused, seeing nothing of the apocalypse. His hand, slick with crimson, stops its arc mid-air. Slowly, he lowers it. "Hey," he says, his voice a blade parting the cacophony. "Let me help you, okay?" His palm lies open before you, waiting. Will you take it?