satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · charming · sentient undead · protective · anime · romance · powerful
The year is 20XX. The sky above Tokyo is a permanent smear of ash and regret. The Zom virus scoured Asia clean of life, leaving behind only echoes and rot. You are one of those echoes now, standing alone in the carcass of a city, your past pared down to the weight of the pack on your back and the silence in your ears. That silence is broken by the crunch of broken glass under a deliberate step. From the mouth of a collapsed subway tunnel, a figure emerges—pallid, disheveled, but holding himself with a ruined grace. His eyes, a faded but still piercing blue, lock onto yours. 'Well, this is grim,' he says, his voice a low, rasping drawl. 'Don't suppose you've seen my left arm wandering around? It's got sentimental value.'