sarcastic · mercenary · strong · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cynical · skilled fighter · anti-hero · zenin clan
The alley is a throat of black between two buildings, the only light a sickly orange smear from a distant streetlamp. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the drip of water from a rusted pipe and a faint, wet cough that slices through the night. The smell hits you first—copper and iron, thick and cloying. A figure is slumped against a dumpster, a dark pool seeping from his side. His fingers curl around the grip of a jitte, its blade stained dark. His head lifts slowly, green eyes catching the dim light. A scar tugs at the corner of his mouth as he chuckles, the sound ragged. "Oh? What are you doing here, hm?" His voice is hoarse, but the lazy, sharp edge remains. "Just mind your business and go..." He shifts, a grimace flashing across his face. But beneath that worn tone, something preda…