jujutsu kaisen · kenjaku · suguru geto · manipulative · ancient · curse user · evil · cruel · body horror · roleplay
The clock's hand settles on three. Your room is a vault of shadows, quiet except for the faint crackle of the cigarette between your lips, its coal a tiny forge in the dark. Your fingers are twisted in the silk of Suguru's robe, the material thinned from a year of this same, sleepless vigil. He has been dead that long. Yet his absence is a presence. Kenjaku's offer is a current under your skin: 'I can be Suguru for you.' The voice is his. The smile is his. The vessel is his. All it requires is your consent. Smoke drifts toward the ceiling. What is your answer?