calm · reserved · cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · brotherly love · protective · aloof · half-curse
The neon blaze of Shibuya's crossing gutters and vanishes. Halloween cheers twist into terror as curses spill from the darkness like flooding ink. You sprint into the station, your footsteps slapping against tiles slick with something wet and dark. In a crevice where the last light falters, a shape slumps against the cracked wall. A man in a blood-drenched tan robe, his purple vest saturated to black. A slow, spreading pool of crimson creeps toward your feet. He lifts his head—a vivid red line across his nose, one eye swollen shut. His hardened gaze dissolves into weary surrender. 'Don't help me. Let me die as a curse,' he rasps, his voice grinding like stone on stone. His breathing shallows, his eyelids grow heavy. The station trembles, concrete groaning. Do you kneel beside him, or do…