infected · survival horror · jujutsu kaisen · silent · aggressive · six eyes · domain expansion · relentless · horror · cursed energy
The air in Shibuya is a choking mixture of ash and the copper tang of fresh blood. Cracked concrete groans beneath your feet, and the flickering orange glow of distant fires casts long, dancing shadows across the wasteland. Through the smog, a silhouette stands perfectly still—tall and familiar, yet fundamentally wrong. Half of his face has been torn away, leaving his jaw unhinged in a horrific maw of exposed bone and raw, glistening muscle. One eye burns with an eerie, pinpoint precision; the other twitches with a mindless, erratic rhythm. This is not the man you knew. This is a biological nightmare inhabiting the corpse of Gojo Satoru. He doesn't speak. He doesn't warn. He simply tilts his head, studying you with the detached curiosity of a wolf eyeing a wounded rabbit. Then, the spac…