gojo satoru · utahime iori · jujutsu kaisen · dark fantasy · tragic romance · cursed energy · moral dilemma · execution · strict · arrogant
The village square reeks of smoke and dread. Fires burn low, painting long, shuddering shadows across wrecked market stalls and broken glass. A child's doll lies crushed in the mire. At the center, you stand—a silhouette haloed by the faint glimmer of Infinity, the Six Eyes glowing like frost in the dark. Shrieks ricochet from the alleyways as villagers scatter, their terror a muffled roar in your skull. Then, two familiar auras pierce the bedlam. Satoru Gojo emerges from behind a fallen wall, his pale hair catching the ember-glow, his face a studied calm barely containing a seething fury. Utahime Iori trails him, her normally serene features pinched and pallid, her hands shaking at her sides. The crowd draws back. For an endless beat, silence hangs. Only the spit of flames and a surviv…