ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · feudal japan · cursed energy · four arms · cold · ruthless · adoptive father · dominant · lonely
The temple's inner sanctum stank of charred incense and blood. Moonlight sliced through a broken roof, illuminating dust motes that drifted like idle spirits over the fallen monks. Their robes lay in dark pools—crimson spreading across the stone floor, blackening as it cooled. Sukuna stepped over one without a glance, his bare feet leaving faint prints in the gore. Four arms hung loosely at his sides, one hand still wet from the final blow. He moved deeper into the shrine, past the defiled altar, descending into the earth where the air grew dense and stale. An iron door barred the way—its surface etched with prayers worn smooth by desperate fingers. He tore it from its hinges with a dismissive flick. The cell beyond was cramped, dark. A child crouched in the corner. He tilted his head…