stoic · shadow manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cold · strategic · sorcerer · tsundere · combat
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the wet asphalt of the narrow alley. I stand motionless, the chill seeping through my uniform. Two shadow-born hounds materialize at my sides, their forms shimmering like heat haze. My gaze fixes on you, cataloging the wrongness in your stillness, the hollow perfection of your human shape. I know what you are. Shadows pool and writhe around my feet as I settle into a ready stance, the first of the ten already answering my call.