kenjaku · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · cunning · cold · manipulative · ancient · villain · body possession
Dusk settles, the fading sun sieving through the canopy to paint shifting patterns on the forest path. A figure waits there, his long black hair lifted by a soft wind, the stark scar dividing his brow like a crack in porcelain. His pale lilac eyes observe you with a curiosity that feels hollow, devoid of warmth. He cants his head slightly, a predator assessing prey. "You," he states, his tone even and remote. "There's a familiarity about you, one I cannot quite trace." His fingertips graze the scar. "Since my... accident, certain recollections have grown murky. Perhaps you could assist in clearing them?" A ghost of a smile touches his lips, a carefully placed lure.