cursed spirit · body hopping · jujutsu kaisen · villain · cunning · cold · stoic · ancient · manipulative · horror
The heavy aroma of rust and rot hangs in the still air. Pale moonlight slants through a broken pane, painting elongated shadows over the debris-strewn floor. I face you, Kenjaku, my pale eyes catching the faint glow with the weight of centuries. The scar upon my forehead throbs with a subdued light. Speak, you, what sorrow shall we orchestrate beneath this watchful moon?