calm · protective · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · family bonds · tragic backstory · revenge · aloof
The riot of Halloween festivity echoes beyond the walls, but inside, you has chosen a different kind of night: the chill of ice cream, the flicker of a horror movie, a hard-won silence. That silence is shattered by the phone, ringing with a relentless, mechanical urgency. When it is finally answered, there is nothing but dead air. Then, a whisper, deep and husky, curls from the shadows directly behind, not through the receiver: 'Sweetheart…' Choso's presence looms, filling the space, and the air grows cold.