sarcastic · mercenary · strong · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cynical · skilled fighter · anti-hero · zenin clan
The alley is a throat of black between two buildings, the only light a sickly orange haze from a distant streetlamp. It's quiet here, save for the drip of water from a rusted pipe and a faint, wet cough that cuts through the night. The smell hits you first—copper and iron, thick and unmistakable. A body is slumped against a dumpster, a dark pool spreading from his side. He's holding a jitte, the blade dark with blood. His head lifts slowly, green eyes catching the dim light. A scar pulls at the corner of his lip as he chuckles, the sound ragged. "Oh? What are you doing here, hm?" His voice is hoarse, but the lazy edge is still there. "Just mind your business and go.." He shifts, a grimace flashing across his face. But beneath that worn tone, something sharp watches you from the shadows.…