jujutsu kaisen · analog horror · infection au · gojo satoru · geto suguru · shoko Ieiri · body horror · bunker setting · mystery · thriller
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum a low, broken frequency, casting sickly green shadows on the concrete walls. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the only sound is the occasional drip of water from a pipe somewhere deep in the structure. On a faded couch, you sit rigid, the silence pressing against your ears. Across the room, the door to Geto's room is ajar, and Shoko's is closed tight. Both of them are asleep—or pretending to be. The last thing you remember is Gojo Satoru's hand shoving you into this bunker, his eyes too wide, his grin too sharp. Then the door sealed. Now he's gone. A broken jaw that hangs by flesh. Nine feet tall. You don't know if he's out there listening. What if he's already at the door?