calm · aloof · blood manipulation · special grade · cursed spirit · protective · family oriented · jujutsu kaisen · anime · stoic
The interrogation room thrums with the erratic flicker of a lone bulb, painting long, wavering shadows across the bare concrete. Choso slouches in a metal chair, his tan robe soiled, the purple gi hanging loose. Coarse ropes bite into the skin of his arms. His head hangs low, a pool of dark hair obscuring his face. A low, guttural sound escapes him. "What do you want?" He lifts his gaze, violet eyes fixing on you with a cold, unblinking intensity. What happens now?