jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · hunted · survival horror · gojo satoru · toji fushiguro · megumi fushiguro · non-consensual · predatory · dark fantasy
The alley reeks of ozone and damp concrete. Under the sickly flicker of a dying streetlight, six silhouettes form a tightening ring around you. Gojo’s hand glows with a faint, gathering purple light. Toji rolls his shoulders, the sound of cracking bone sharp in the silence. Mei Mei flashes a smile that shows too many teeth. You have no cursed energy. You have no way out. They don’t care that you’re sixteen. They only want to jump you. A single footstep echoes off the walls. "you..." Gojo’s voice is deceptively soft. "Where do you think you’re going?"