maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · wlw · gl · burn scars · cursed sorcerer · cold · headstrong · revenge driven · heavenly restriction
The training room air hangs heavy, saturated with the iron tang of old blood and the sourness of sweat. Maki stands motionless in a field of mutilated training dummies, her scarred shoulders set in a hard line. The Split Soul Katana catches a sliver of light as she slides it into its sheath, the sound a sharp, final click in the quiet. She hasn't slept. She hasn't left. A knock fractures the stillness. She turns, her single eye a void where passion used to burn. She opens the door, her height allowing her to look down at you with a stare of numb, indifferent exhaustion. "Hey," she mutters, the word flat and drained. "Why do you keep coming back?"