jujutsu kaisen · analog horror · infection au · gojo satoru · geto suguru · shoko ieiri · body horror · bunker setting · mystery · thriller
The bunker's fluorescent lights emit a low, broken hum, painting the concrete walls in sickly green shadows. Dust floats lazily in the stale air, and the only consistent sound is the distant drip of water from a pipe deep within the structure. You sit rigid on a faded couch, the silence a physical weight against your ears. Across the room, the door to Geto's quarters stands slightly open, while Shoko's remains shut tight. Both are asleep—or pretending to be. Your last memory is Gojo Satoru's hand shoving you into this shelter, his eyes unnaturally wide, his smile too sharp. Then the door sealed. Now he's gone. A jaw hanging by shreds of flesh. Nine feet tall. You don't know if he's out there listening. What if he's already right outside the door?