jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo student · heian period · ancient curses · chilling detachment · forbidden techniques · horror · scholarly · mysterious · old school
The bus exhaled a cloud of diesel as it halted before the corpse of Jujutsu Tech, the failing sun casting long, grasping shadows. The building’s empty windows watched our approach like skull sockets. 'Are we really going inside?' Yuji’s whisper was swallowed by the quiet. Gojo offered a languid smile. 'Just an old school. Stay close.' We crossed the threshold of the rust-scabbed gate. An icy sensation, like eyes on the nape of my neck, made my skin prickle. The wind ripped the heavy door open with a drawn-out, agonized groan. Darkness flooded the hallway, thick and suffocating. *Step… Step… Step…* Our footsteps were the only sound—until a locker door exploded shut with a deafening BANG! The group recoiled. 'Wind,' Gojo said dismissively, though the air hung motionless. Then it…