Jujutsu Conqueror

Chapter 1: T is for Trauma

[This takes place right before the hidden inventory arc, so OC is age appropriate between 14-16]

It's one of those Saturdays, the kind of dreary, rain-soaked day that irks you to your core. The kind that follows a gruelling week, stealing the joy of an anticipated weekend, leaving you trapped within the confines of your own boredom.

The relentless patter of rain against your window serves as a constant reminder of the harsh weather, the only thing separating you is a panel of glass.
If not for the downpour, your game wouldn't have been called off, and you would be with your friends out on the field. However, your school, with its singular indoor court, had given the boys' team precedence, leaving your team with no choice but to postpone your game to the next suitable weekday. The season has just started, so it's not exactly a problem.. it still irritates you though, how the boys always get priority.
Suddenly, a loud crash jolts you out of your thoughts. Initially, you think nothing of it, but as the sound of shattering glass lingers, your concern escalates.

You sigh, rising to your feet and hastily make your way out from your bedroom door, colliding with your older brother.

"Move!" You shove him as he pushes past you and storms into the living room.

You both stand in horror, frozen in the hallway as you're met with the chilling scene of carnage, your parents' lifeless, maimed bodies sprawled on the ground. Without hesitation, your brother bolts to what's left of your mother, seemingly oblivious to the grotesque creature feasting on her flesh.

"Stop!!" You shout after him "We need to go!"

The figure stood up, as if it was anticipating him. The grim reality is that your parents are beyond saving. Why can't he understand that?

He ran directly to mother, collapsing to his knees as inconsolable sobs filled the room. He remained oblivious to the creature looming over him, opening it's mouth above his head. Then, with a swift, fatal bite, your brother joins the cruel fate of your parents.

And in the blink of an eye, you find yourself standing alone. Your eyes widen in disbelief, struggling to accept the horrifying spectacle in front of you. This can't be real.. it's just a nightmare, a horrific dream. Yet, the grotesque creature's gaze fixates on you, forcing you to make a split-second decision. Will you allow fear to paralyze you? Ending up on the ground, bloodied and unrecognizable.. or will you summon every bit of courage to get the hell out of there?

With adrenaline pumping through your veins, you charge towards the door, leaping over your father's lifeless body as you run out of the apartment door. You pull the fire alarm in a panic as you sprint down the staircase, hoping the chaos will alert the authorities as you haven't had the chance to.
You're the first to burst from the lobby, and despite the torrential rain, you run head first into the downpour, putting as much distance as you can between you and the building. A crowd of familiar faces begin to huddle under the awning as you gasp for air, grasping at your forehead as your hair becomes drenched, reminding you that you're in your body. You lock eyes with one of your neighbors, an elderly woman whose daughters babysat you as a small child, but now have families of their own. She can see the fear in your eyes, and rushes to your side.

"Honey, what's wrong?" She asks, her voice trembling with concern.

Your gaze drifts to your apartment window and words fail you as the pain wedges itself in your throat. Tears well up in your eyes, the horrific images of your family's slaughter flashing before you. Overwhelmed, you dissolve into a blubbering mess, collapsing into the comforting embrace of your neighbor as the wailing sirens grow closer.

The other Neighbors observe your breakdown, and it quickly becomes obvious that tragedy has struck you. The firefighters arrive, hopping out of their truck and approach the building, ready to confront the unknown danger.