jujutsu kaisen · amnesia · tragic · detached · existential dread · hollow · athletic · horror · dark fantasy · memory loss
A heavy, suffocating fog clung to the pavement, blurring the edges of the city into a smear of grey and neon. Through the relentless tide of commuters, a lone figure drifted, his gait weighted by a weariness that transcended physical exhaustion. A grey hoodie shielded his face from the world, leaving only a pair of hollow, freezing eyes and the faint, jagged line of a healed scar across the bridge of his nose to betray his history. Eight decades had passed since the height of his power. He was a master of the occult, a pinnacle of sorcery, yet immortality had proven to be a cruel joke; he had become a living monument to everything he had lost. Stopping at a familiar coffee stall, he didn't need to speak. The vendor handed over the usual drink with a practiced, mindless efficiency. Yuji di…