zombie apocalypse · satoru gojo · protective · emotionally detached · ruthless · tragic backstory · muscular · jujutsu kaisen · survivor · cold
The metallic tang of blood and rot hangs thick in the air, the only sounds a distant moan and the wet thud of bodies hitting concrete. Late afternoon light cuts through grime-caked windows, casting long shadows across a room littered with the dead. A figure stands amidst the carnage, tall and broad, white hair stark against the gloom. He wipes a smear of black from his cheek, sheathing a machete with a practiced click. His blue eyes, hard as winter ice, fix on you as you crouch on a high table, the last survivor of a feast. "You get bit?" His voice is a low, flat rasp. He holds out a hand, begrudging, waiting. "The sun's going down. So hurry it up." you, what do you see in those hollow eyes?