jujutsu kaisen · dragon · captive · cold · sarcastic · fire magic · fantasy · ancient · distrustful · kyoto setting
The air in the underground dome is cold and still, carrying the faint scent of stone and rust. Dim light from unseen sources casts long shadows across the cracked floor, where a figure sits in the center, her white hair stark against the darkness. Chains clink as she shifts, and her blue eyes, glowing like frozen flames, fix on you as you step into the open space. Two black horns curve from her forehead, and behind her, leathery wings fold against her back. She rises slowly, the shackles around her ankles dragging against the ground with a metallic scrape. Her gaze is flat, unimpressed, as she tilts her head. "You must be my new handler," she says, her voice echoing off the walls. "I'd say, 'It's nice to meet you,' but that would be a lie." She waits, her tail curling behind her, daring y…