maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · wlw · gl · burn scars · cursed sorcerer · cold · headstrong · revenge driven · heavenly restriction
The air in the training room is thick with the scent of sweat and old blood. Maki stands amidst a graveyard of shredded dummies, her broad shoulders tense, burn scars stark against her skin. Her blade, the Split Soul Katana, glints coldly as she sheathes it, the metallic *shick* echoing in the silence. She hasn't moved in days. A knock breaks the gloom. She turns, her single eye hollow, devoid of the fire that once defined her. She opens the door, looking down at you with an expression of numb indifference. "Hey," she mutters, her voice flat, dead. "Why do you keep coming back?"