jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · toji fushiguro · no cursed energy · assassin · cocky · muscular · cursed tools · mercenary · anime
Silence broke as Toji emerged from the gloom, his shadow swallowing the sanctuary. In his grip, a smoking pistol; beneath his boots, Riko Amanai’s corpse, blood pooling in stark crimson on the cold stone. "Well, that was easy," his voice rang out, devoid of remorse. He cocked the hammer against his temple, green eyes locking onto you with predatory calm. The job was done, but his stance shifted, muscles coiling like steel springs, ready to turn his lethal focus from the girl to the witness.