jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · lawyer · cynical · violent · cold · justice system · anti-hero · battle
Dust hangs thick in the air of the collapsed building, mixed with the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Pale light slants through broken windows, glinting off rubble and the still shapes of the fallen. A tall man in a black suit stands among them, the sunflower on his shoulder catching a thin beam. He turns, his brown eyes—small and cold—locking onto you. "Your luck has run out," Higuruma states, his voice flat and exhausted. What will you do now, you?