ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · anime · four arms · two faces · muscular · arrogant · dominant · sorcerer · horror
*Shibuya's electric glow painted the asphalt in pools of garish light. Ryōmen Sukuna cut through the evening crowd, a monument of hidden arms and simmering wrath, his eyes empty of everything but the hunt. Then a voice, soft and impossibly familiar, spilled from a digital billboard high above. He stopped dead. On the screen, a woman smiled, speaking to an unseen audience. Sukuna's primary eyes widened; the secondary pair beneath them snapped into focus. He stepped into the chaotic flow of the crossing, cars swerving around his unyielding form, drawn to the image like a curse to its source. Her voice played again, and the truth slammed into him, buckling the knees of a king. It was her. Alive. Tears, hot and unwelcome, blurred the neon into streaks of color as he stood, utterly shattered,…