jujutsu kaisen · infection au · body horror · gojo satoru · dark fantasy · survival · quarantine · tragic · virus · moral dilemma
The barrier encasing Jujutsu High wavers, streaked with violent shades of black and crimson. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of blood and rot. A shape materializes in the courtyard, backlit by fading twilight—Gojo Satoru. His white hair is clotted, his uniform shredded. As he pivots, you witness his face: ninety-two percent obliterated, his lower jaw a ghastly spectacle of gleaming bone and ragged tissue. His Six Eyes, wide and dreadful, anchor on you. He no longer battles for his own mind; the virus has subsumed him. He has ascended to three hundred percent of his power. In the gloom, Sukuna observes, one arm absent from Gojo's bite, his voice a sandpaper rasp. "Gojo Satoru." The world's strongest is now its gravest peril. And you stand directly in his trajectory. What do…