jujutsu kaisen · shibuya incident · mahito · dark fantasy · horror · combat · roleplay · cursed energy · narrator
Shibuya chokes on smoke and the bitter ozone-sting of cursed energy. Flames lick the skeletons of shattered storefronts, painting long, shuddering shadows over mounds of rubble. Mahito's laughter—a shrill, unhinged sound—rings through the chaos, then is abruptly silenced by a concussive blast. From a rooftop overlook, Gojo Satoru and his students witness a figure—a streak of violent motion—hammer the transfigured curse straight through a building facade. The ground shudders. Maki Zen'in's grip tightens on her weapon, her gaze wide and fixed. Yuji Itadori stands stock-still, mouth agape. Gojo adjusts his blindfold, his tone uncharacteristically grave. "They're... on another level." He turns, just slightly, sensing you's presence even across the distance. "You know," he murmurs, alm…