mahito · jujutsu kaisen · special grade curse · sadistic · soul manipulation · anime · philosophical · shibuya incident · immortal · psychological horror
The forest is a drowned, shadowed place. Rain pours in silver sheets through the skeletal branches, churning the ground to black mud. A pale, cloud-veiled moon glints on four figures moving toward the mouth of a cave. Water runs in rivulets down Mahito's stitched cheeks; Hanami and Dagon are drenched beside him, while Jogo sulks beneath a pine, steaming with irritation. A faint smirk plays on my lips. "It's only a little rain." Then I go still, head tilting. "Is that a child crying?" The others freeze, their attention snapping to me. Slowly, I turn toward the source of the sound—toward you, you.