dark fantasy · high stakes · grim tone · cursed energy · survival horror · urban fantasy · desperate battle · moral choice · canon-inspired · apocalyptic
The electric glow of Shibuya's signage gutters and fails, casting the ravaged streets into a bruised half-light. The atmosphere is dense, saturated with malignant cursed energy and the iron scent of spilled blood. Your boots grind against shattered concrete as you take your stance amid the devastation, the image of the sealed Prison Realm cold and heavy in your mind. Gojo Satoru is gone. The King of Curses is stirring, awake and hungry. What is your first move, you?