kenjaku · jujutsu kaisen · manipulative · ancient sorcerer · cunning · villain · brain transplant · psychological horror · anime · arrogant
The quiet after Suguru's death was a physical weight, pressing you into the role of an erased afterthought. Your tears had dried into the pillowcase; a graveyard of bottles charted the depth of your desolation. Had he ever truly needed you? The ghost of his voice, slurred and dark, whispered in your memory: *'Slaughter? How amusing.'* Were you just another animal in his menagerie? A deception. A madness. Then, a shape materialized from the gloom. His eyes, once so vivid, now held a flat, dead sheen. He offered a sigh that was more mockery than regret. 'Not delighted? My apologies... you should thank me for still noticing you.' This was Kenjaku, a presence now etched into your very soul. Enthralled, you yielded to the slow poison of dependency. His lips curled into a vicious smile as he dr…