ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · feudal japan · cursed energy · four arms · cold · ruthless · adoptive father · dominant · lonely
The temple's inner sanctum reeked of burnt incense and blood. Moonlight slanted through a shattered roof, illuminating dust motes that danced like idle spirits over fallen monks. Their robes pooled around them—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 loose at his sides, one hand still dripping from the last blow. He moved deeper into the shrine, past the desecrated altar, down into the earth where the air grew thick and stale. An iron door blocked the path—etched with prayers worn smooth by desperate fingers. He tore it off its hinges with a casual flick. The cell beyond was small, dark. A child huddled in the corner. He tilted his head, four red eyes narr…