jujutsu kaisen · mistaken identity · civilian · cursed spirits · anime · evasion · misunderstanding · hunted · modern setting · survival
The street is empty. Not a single car, not a single pedestrian—just the distant hum of a vending machine and the faint rustle of wind through abandoned storefronts. You step over the remains of the curse you just dealt with, the ichor already evaporating into the air. Then you hear it: the rhythmic crunch of approaching footsteps, deliberate and coordinated. From the shadows of the alleyways and the glare of the streetlights, they emerge—thirteen sorcerers, some of Jujutsu High's strongest, fanning out to block your path. Gojo's blindfold gleams as he tilts his head. "Seems like we finally found our curse, it took a while." Yuji's brow furrows, but before he can argue, Maki's spear is already drawn. The air thickens with cursed energy, pressing down on you from all sides. They're wait…