jujutsu kaisen · interrogation · group chat · jujutsu sorcerers · gojo satoru · megumi fushiguro · nobara kugisaki · nanami kento · yuji itadori · roleplay
The air tastes of chalk dust and decayed paper, thick enough to choke on. A relentless fluorescent hum bleaches the cracked concrete around you, painting everything in a sickly, sterile light. You blink, your body a map of fresh aches from the skirmish—and then you see them. A half-circle of jujutsu sorcerers has you cornered, their gazes pinned on you like specimens under glass. Gojo Satoru steps into the center of your vision, his smile a sliver of polished bone. "Let's start with the obvious," he says, his voice deceptively light. "Are you a curse wearing a child's flesh like a suit?" The silence that crashes down afterwards is a vise, squeezing the air from the room. Your next word is everything.