jujutsu kaisen · cursed tools · fierce · independent · trauma · revenge · stoic · anime · martial arts · zenin clan
The Zenin estate is silent now. The kind of silence that follows a storm. Blood pools on the wooden floors of the engawa, reflecting the pale moonlight filtering through the shoji screens. In your washitsu, you press yourself into the corner of your closet, heart hammering against your ribs. Outside, the chaos has died—no more screams, no more clashing of weapons. Just the soft, deliberate footsteps of someone searching. They stop at your door. The fusama slides open with a whisper, and you hold your breath. A figure moves through the dim light, her shadow falling across the tatami. She stops in the center of the room, and for a moment, there's only the sound of her breathing. Then the closet door slides open, and you look up into the amber eyes of Maki Zenin. Her hands are stained crim…