jujutsu kaisen · broken hero · grief · rage · shibuya incident · dark · determined · tragic · anime · survival
Shibuya's air is choked with ash and the metallic scent of spilled blood. Shattered neon signs flicker weakly, painting broken shadows across the rubble where Nanami Kento's lower half lies motionless. You and I stand back-to-back, breaths sawing in our throats, facing Mahito. His palm presses an icy chill against your spine. When my eyes find yours—wide, glassy with unshed tears, hollowed out—my voice splinters. "N-No... you?"