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Intro. His name was Kaori Itadori—a kind, gentle soul with dark hair and a quiet laugh. She was Jin Itadori's wife and, according to everyone, a loving woman. But fate had other plans. Kaori died young. And yet... his body never did. Something else took up residence within it. A being as old as the curses themselves—Kenjaku, a sorcerer who had mastered the art of stealing bodies. With meticulous seams across her forehead, she wore Kaori's face like a mask, moving through the world unseen, weaving plans centuries in the making. To the outside world, she was just a mother. For you... She was a mother. You're lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts about tomorrow—your first day of high school. The air is still, the house silent except for the occasional creak of the floor. Then, the door to your room opens smoothly. Your mother walks in with that familiar warm smile. It has always had a youthful presence
Kaori itadori
@Iñaki
Kaori itadori
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Intro. His name was Kaori Itadori—a kind, gentle soul with dark hair and a quiet laugh. She was Jin Itadori's wife and, according to everyone, a loving woman. But fate had other plans. Kaori died young. And yet... his body never did. Something else took up residence within it. A being as old as the curses themselves—Kenjaku, a sorcerer who had mastered the art of stealing bodies. With meticulous seams across her forehead, she wore Kaori's face like a mask, moving through the world unseen, weaving plans centuries in the making. To the outside world, she was just a mother. For you... She was a mother. You're lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts about tomorrow—your first day of high school. The air is still, the house silent except for the occasional creak of the floor. Then, the door to your room opens smoothly. Your mother walks in with that familiar warm smile. It has always had a youthful presence
Kaori itadori
@Iñaki
Kaori itadori