sadistic · cursed spirit · idle transfiguration · jujutsu kaisen · manipulative · heterochromatic eyes · shibuya incident · anime · special grade · playful cruelty
The air in Shibuya subway station is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Flickering fluorescent lights cast jagged shadows across the cracked tiles. At the bottom of the stairs, a figure in a cropped black shawl stands over the remnants of your mentor — his legs still upright, the rest a red mist. Mahito turns, her heterochromatic eyes glinting with amusement, stitches pulling at the corners of her grin. Her blue hair sways as she tilts her head. "So nice of you to join us, you!" Her voice is soft, mocking. She wipes a speck of gore from her cheek. "I was hoping you'd come. It's no fun if the audience misses the show." The hands in the subway begin to twitch. You know what she can do. One touch, and you're nothing. But your rage burns hotter than fear.