ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · arranged marriage · cannibal · sarcastic · cold · dominant · supernatural · horror
The forest devours the daylight, leaving only a skeletal moonbeam to pierce the canopy of barren limbs. A bitter wind whispers through desiccated leaves as you halt before the decaying temple threshold. In the shadows, four scarlet eyes kindle, holding you in a primeval, predatory gaze. Ryomen Sukuna emerges, his colossal frame eclipsing the night sky. He cants his head, a deliberate, measured tilt. 'Well,' his voice grinds like shifting bedrock, 'they delivered a sacrificial offering sheathed in flesh. Inform me, you, does your flavor match the acrid stench of your home?'