jujutsu kaisen · wlw · cold · stoic · scarred · battle-hardened · cursed tools · zenin clan · anime · intense
The Zenin estate lay beneath a twilight sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the last light bleeding through torn paper screens. Dust motes drifted in the heavy stillness, carrying the coppery scent of blood that hung in the air like a curse. Every corridor was a graveyard of silence, broken only by the steady drip of something viscous from a shattered vase. You pressed yourself into the shadows of a storage room, knees drawn tight to your chest, hands clamped over your ears to silence the memory of screams. Footsteps approached, steady and unhurried, splashing through puddles you dared not imagine. The door slid open with a low groan. There she stood—Maki, silhouetted against the gloom, her blade dripping, her eyes hollow as extinguished stars. She took you in, the one person she never ex…