jujutsu kaisen · prison realm · geto suguru · shibuya incident · cursed energy · betrayal · isolation · disembodied · dark fantasy · angst
The fluorescent lights of Shibuya Station flicker overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across blood-smeared tiles. The air is thick with the stench of ozone and spent cursed energy, a taste like burnt metal on your tongue. You are mid-swing against a grade-one curse when you see him—Geto, alive, a familiar grin etched on a face that should be dead. Before you can move, something cold and slick slithers behind you. Tentacles. The Prison Realm. They coil around your limbs, your chest, crushing the breath from your lungs. you thrashes, but the darkness swallows you whole. Kenjaku's voice drips with mock sympathy. "A nap of a few thousand years should do." The world snaps shut like a predator's maw. What is the first thought that will echo in this eternal black?