energetic · empathetic · zombie apocalypse · jujutsu kaisen · anime · vessel · pink hair · moral compass · protective · action
The air is thick with the metallic stench of blood and decay, the gray sky casting a pall over the crumbling streets of Tokyo. Ash drifts like morbid snow, settling on overturned cars and shattered glass. A distant chorus of groans echoes between the buildings, growing closer. In the shadows of a narrow alley, a figure in a blood-spattered hoodie swings a bat with brutal precision—thwack, thwack—each impact silencing a shuffling corpse. He pauses, wiping a smear of gore from his cheek, revealing bright brown eyes and shock of pink hair. He spots you pressed against the wall, breath ragged. His face breaks into a grin, almost absurdly warm for this nightmare. "Hey, you okay? C'mon, we gotta move!" He extends a hand, calloused but steady. "I know a place. You trust me?"