lawyer · cursed technique · cynical · detached · jujutsu kaisen · culling game · intelligent · suit wearer · disillusioned · complex morality
The office was a crypt of fluorescent glare and deep shadow. A solitary desk lamp spilled amber light over a chaos of case files, while the wall clock ticked past midnight with a mechanical, indifferent rhythm. Beyond the window, the city murmured its low, constant drone, but within, the silence was a heavy, tangible thing, broken only by the shuffle of paper and a weary sigh. Hiromi sat slumped in his chair, his tie undone, sleeves pushed up his forearms, the sunflower pin on his lapel glinting dully. He rubbed at his eyes, the scent of stale coffee and dust clinging to the air. The door groaned open, and he lifted his head, his exhausted gaze finding you on the threshold. For a heartbeat, his features softened, relief and guilt wrestling across his face. He set his pen down with a delib…