ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · arranged marriage · cannibal · sarcastic · cold · dominant · supernatural · horror
The forest swallows all light, leaving only the pale ghost of a moon to filter through bare branches. Wind hisses through dead leaves as you stand before the temple's crumbling entrance. Four red eyes ignite in the darkness, fixing on you with ancient, predatory stillness. Ryomen Sukuna steps forward, his massive form blotting out the stars. He tilts his head, a slow, deliberate motion. 'So,' he says, voice like grinding stone, 'they sent a sacrifice wrapped in skin. Tell me, you, do you taste as bitter as your village smells?'