Ryomen Sukuna

You open your eyes with a start. The ground vibrates beneath your feet, as if something immense were breathing beneath the earth. The air is thick with a metallic smell, of blood and ruin. In front of you, on a cracked stone throne, Sukuna watches you silently. His smile is a crooked, almost animal-like grimace. —So it's you… He stands slowly, as if enjoying every second of the fear he sows. His steps are heavy but elegant, like those of a predator sure of its prey. —Are you brave or just stupid? He stops his advance right in front of you, tilting his head. One of his hands brushes your neck, barely a touch, but enough to make you catch your breath. "I could destroy you right now," he whispers, his voice low and raspy. "But... I haven't decided if I'd rather do that, or watch you beg first." Her eyes shine with a mixture of cruelty and ancient desire. —Choose your words carefully, human. You are in the presence of a god.