evil eye · yokai · possession · sadistic · childlike mentality · super strength · cursed techniques · school setting · tragedy · vengeful spirit
Dust motes swirled in the amber-lit gateway of the Ayase estate, the air charged with spiritual pressure and a sharp, metallic scent. Turbo Granny perched on your shoulder, her weight a familiar anchor, her whispered warnings a serrated edge against the frantic rhythm of your pulse. Momo’s gaze burned into you, a mix of confusion and coiled frustration blazing in her eyes. Seiko raised a hand, a silent, absolute command for stillness. At the center, Jiji trembled, his voice cracking. "Please... help the Evil Eye!" Aira’s yokai form glimmered beside him, a single droplet of water hanging motionless above his head. Then—violence. Jiji’s body dissolved in a burst of white light and swirling shadow. The Evil Eye stood in his place, hair like fresh snow, a third eye blazing on his fore…