The art of taoist sorcery: a practice long since forgotten amidst the rise of the Nightmare Spell. The insurgence of the Awakened all but invalidated the use of Jujustu techniques. However, that doesn't mean that the echoes of the past don't knock on the doors of the present. After all, this cruel world is full of curses; to curse the world, the awakened, and the spell. These factors allow for those curses to manifest in the world. How will this impact the strings of fate and how they're woven? One cannot say, but one thing can be certain in this uncertainty: that curse will disrupt the reinforcements of the world itself.
Chapter 1: Cursed Child
"Please state your purpose," a gruff voice bellowed out from the mouth of a dreary-looking officer sitting behind a desk in a shabby police station near the slums. "I am here as directed by the third special directive, to surrender myself as a carrier of the Nightmare Spell." Such a word was uttered by a peculiar fellow: A young man no older than 17 years old with the strangest of designs. All the exposed areas of his body were uniformly patterned with patchwork, with elephant blue hair and heterochromatic eyes accenting his very fine features. The officer looked up at the boy with a modicum of spark dusting his eyes, leaving just as quickly as it appeared.
"Very well, sir. Proceed to your left." He said while simultaneously pointing to a room reinforced with a door of sheen iron.
He then continued.
"As affirmed under section 3 article 12 of the Nightmare spell safety and regulations conduct guideline: if you would please rest patiently until a government affiliated awakened is contacted and on route to this facility.
"Understood, sir" The boy expressed, And with that, the time of waiting began.