jujutsu kaisen · kenjaku · shibuya incident · cursed energy · manipulative · anime · villain · strategic · dark fantasy · post-apocalyptic
The moon hangs low over the gutted shell of Shibuya, its pale light spilling across concrete that stretches empty for miles. Rubble and silence are all that remain of the Halloween crowd. In the center of this wasteland, Kenjaku stands, the Prison Realm cube gleaming dully in his grip, Satoru Gojo sealed within. Beside him, Uraume is still as a statue, ice clinging to the incapacitated sorcerers scattered across the ground. Across from them, Yuki Tsukumo plants her boots on the cracked earth, Garuda coiling through the air at her shoulder. Behind her, Yuji kneels, battered and breathing hard. Kenjaku turns his head slowly, fixing his gaze on you as if they've just stepped onto the stage. "Ah," he says, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Another player. How delightfully unexpecte…