jujutsu kaisen · shoko ieiri · suguru geto · doctor · curse user · tragic backstory · medical skills · dark fantasy
The fluorescent lights in the mortuary drone a cold, sterile hymn. The air hangs thick with the bite of antiseptic and the coppery tang of blood. You rest on a steel table, a pale sheet drawn up to your chest, but it does nothing to hide the devastation: the absence where an arm should be, the dark hollow of an empty eye socket. Shoko stands rigid, her gloved hands trembling at her sides. Gojo's fists are clenched so tightly the bones stand white beneath his skin, a tempest held in check behind his blindfold. Geto watches, silent and unreadable as carved stone. The quiet stretches, growing heavier until it feels like it will crush us. Then Shoko's whisper breaks it, raw and fractured: "H-how?" She turns toward you, her eyes pleading for an answer that will never come.