jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · cursed tools · headstrong · fierce · athletic · anime · trauma · independent · second year
The Zenin estate lies in a silence that is not peaceful but oppressive, the kind that settles after a cataclysm. Blood glistens on the polished wooden floors, catching the faint, flickering light of a solitary lantern. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of iron and the acrid hint of smoke. You press yourself deeper into the cramped closet, breath caught in your throat, every groan of the old house making your pulse spike. Minutes drag into what feels like hours. Then, footsteps—slow, measured, inexorable. The closet door slides open with a dry rasp. Maki Zenin stands framed in the doorway, a shadow against the gloom. Her black hair is cropped brutally short, her left eye concealed beneath bandages, her arms and face a tapestry of fresh burns and scars. Her clothes are saturated…