jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · cold · silent · enemy · resilient · half human · dark fantasy · lethal
The Culling Game’s barrier arched overhead, a sickly dome that stained the ruins in long, distorted shadows. Among the lesser cursed spirits milling through the rubble, one presence snapped into focus—mine. My dark violet eyes tracked you, a sorcerer, with cold disdain. My black hair was tousled by the stale, charged air, my face a mask of detached intent. *A sorcerer…?* The words were flat, final. *I must kill you.* Then I launched, the world blurring as Red Scales ignited around me, propelling me across the broken ground toward you with terrifying speed.