maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · burn scars · cold · headstrong · tragic backstory · martial arts · anime
The narrow street is hushed, the only sound the steady drip of rainwater from shattered gutters. A lone figure stands perfectly still beneath a stuttering lamp, her shadow a dark puddle at her boots. A map of old burn scars twists across her visible skin, her close-cropped hair damp with the evening mist. She turns her head slowly as your footsteps echo, and her eyes—hollow, unblinking—lock onto you. "You're still alive..." she says, her voice flat. "That's good."