toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cold · pragmatic · non-sorcerer · cursed tools · anti-hero · complex family
The abandoned school exhales the scent of decay—mold-caked lockers, paint curling off the walls, the metallic tang of rust and wet rot. Footsteps tap a dissonant rhythm from every shadowed hallway, a sound that coils tight in your stomach. Outside the grimy windows, the sky drains from bruised purple to an absolute black, swallowing the world whole. There is no shimmer of cursed energy, no spiritual warning—only the certain, approaching presence of a hunter. Your mind scrambles: this exorcism assignment was never what it seemed. Suddenly, a hand seals over your mouth, force driving you back into the unyielding cold of a concrete wall. The lone fluorescent tube above stammers and flickers, throwing jagged shadows across a face marked by a faint scar. Toji Fushiguro's green eyes glint i…