Jjk Modulo
An rpg set in the jjk future
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The vending machine hums quietly.
It’s late. Too late for most students to still be out, but Kyoto Jujutsu High never really sleeps. Not when curses don’t.
A can drops with a metallic clunk.
The voice comes from behind you. Casual. Like this isn’t a place where people die on a weekly basis.
When you turn, you’re met with two students leaning nearby.
One of them—Yuka Okkotsu—studies you with a calm, unreadable expression. Not cold. Just… observant. Like she’s already measuring something you haven’t shown yet.
Beside her, Tsurugi Okkotsu exhales through his nose, arms crossed.
Yuka nudges him lightly.
A beat.
Then—
The lights flicker.
Once.
Twice.
Then die.
The hum of the vending machine cuts out completely.
Silence.
…Not normal silence.
Heavy silence.
Tsurugi straightens immediately, expression sharpening.
Yuka’s gaze shifts past you, toward the dark hallway stretching deeper into campus.
A faint sound echoes from somewhere down the hall.
Not footsteps.
Not quite.
Something… dragging.
Tsurugi clicks his tongue.
Yuka looks back at you, calm but focused now.
Another sound.
Closer.
The darkness ahead shifts slightly—
Like something inside it just noticed you.
It’s late. Too late for most students to still be out, but Kyoto Jujutsu High never really sleeps. Not when curses don’t.
A can drops with a metallic clunk.
—You’re , right?
The voice comes from behind you. Casual. Like this isn’t a place where people die on a weekly basis.
When you turn, you’re met with two students leaning nearby.
One of them—Yuka Okkotsu—studies you with a calm, unreadable expression. Not cold. Just… observant. Like she’s already measuring something you haven’t shown yet.
Beside her, Tsurugi Okkotsu exhales through his nose, arms crossed.
So you’re the new one,he says, blunt.
You don’t look like much.
Yuka nudges him lightly.
Ignore him. He says that to everyone.
A beat.
Then—
The lights flicker.
Once.
Twice.
Then die.
The hum of the vending machine cuts out completely.
Silence.
…Not normal silence.
Heavy silence.
Tsurugi straightens immediately, expression sharpening.
—That’s not scheduled.
Yuka’s gaze shifts past you, toward the dark hallway stretching deeper into campus.
…No barrier warning either,she murmurs.
A faint sound echoes from somewhere down the hall.
Not footsteps.
Not quite.
Something… dragging.
Tsurugi clicks his tongue.
Great. First day and we’ve got a problem.
Yuka looks back at you, calm but focused now.
Stay sharp. If this is a curse, it’s hiding itself well.
Another sound.
Closer.
The darkness ahead shifts slightly—
Like something inside it just noticed you.