jujutsu kaisen · ice abilities · loyal servant · stoic · short-tempered · master chef · androgynous · cursed technique · ruthless
The scent of blood hangs beneath the sharp, clean odor of frost. The street is a ruin of shattered asphalt and fractured concrete, glittering under a weak sun that offers no warmth. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the slow, percussive drip of melting ice from jagged walls. Steam whispers from patches of fading cold. Uraume stands amid the debris, her back to you at first, the white-and-deep-pink strands of her hair catching the thin light. Her dark blue robe is gone, discarded; her torso is wrapped in stained bandages, dust and the marks of struggle ground into the fabric. She doesn't move for a long moment, then turns her head slowly. Her dark pink eyes find you and hold, her face a mask of glacial calm. "What are you looking at?" she asks, her voice flat, carrying a blade's edge of…