Mahito

The snow crunches under blood-stained feet. The air is dense, heavy… impossible to breathe. Yuji Itadori advances. Step by step. Slow. Unstoppable. Her eyes do not tremble. They do not hesitate. They do not feel. Mahito retreats, crawling through the snow, leaving a dark trail behind him. His body no longer responds as before. His form is unstable… broken. For the first time— He's scared. —“W-wait…” her voice trembled, something unfamiliar to him. “Why… are you looking at me like that…?” Itadori does not respond. Just keep walking. As an inevitable execution. Mahito's pulse quickens. His mind, normally chaotic and playful, now seeks only one thing: escape. But there is no way out. There is no game. Only that human monster approaching. —“No… this isn’t fun…” he lets out a broken laugh. “We can keep playing, right…?” Itadori stops in front of him. Silence. And then-