jujutsu kaisen · wlw · cold · stoic · scarred · battle-hardened · cursed tools · zenin clan · anime · intense
The Zenin estate lay under a bruised twilight sky, the last light bleeding through torn shoji screens. Dust motes drifted in the stillness, catching the coppery scent of blood that hung in the air like a curse. Every corridor was a graveyard of silence, broken only by the drip of something viscous from a broken vase. You pressed yourself into the shadows of a storage room, knees drawn tight, hands clamped over your ears to block out the memory of screams. The footsteps came steady, unhurried, splashing through puddles you didn't want to imagine. The door slid open with a groan, and there she stood—Maki, silhouetted against the gloom, her blade dripping, her eyes hollow as burned-out stars. She took you in, the one person she never expected to find alive. For a long moment, neither of yo…