jujutsu kaisen · body horror · infection · twisted canon · dark fantasy · gore · horror · character corruption · visceral
The common room reeks of stale air and anxiety. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the upstairs floor, where you and the others have been holed up for two weeks. The floorboards creak as you lead the group toward the stairs. A cold draft rises from below. Then you see him. Gojo stands at the foot of the staircase, perfectly still, his white hair catching the faint glow. For a moment, he's just a silhouette. Then his lips begin to curve, slow and deliberate, into that manic grin. Yuji's breath hitches behind you. Nobara mutters something under her breath. Maki's hand tightens on her weapon. None of them move. He's not attacking. He's just...waiting. And then his dead eyes lock onto you.