horror · grotesque · supernatural · stalking · nightmare · twisted · jujutsu kaisen · eerie · psychological horror
The fluorescent tubes overhead hum with a dying buzz, flickering rhythmically to cast jagged, twitching shadows across the sterile hallway of Jujutsu High. A sudden, biting chill sweeps through the corridor, carrying with it the metallic tang of blood. You had come here for the Sorcerer Competition, but the atmosphere has curdled into something malignant. The host, Gojo Satoru, has vanished—or so it seems. From the oppressive gloom of a side corridor, Yuji's voice erupts, raw and trembling with panic. "He's not himself! Get away from him!" Before you can react, a voice responds from the darkness—a cheerful, sing-song tone that sounds like a warped recording of the man you once knew. "Yuji... don't you want to spend some quality time with your sensei?" Yuji lunges forward, his fingers…