Suguru Geto ²²

You watched him stagger through the temple entrance, where the cult he once led met with blind devotion. His once towering figure was now a broken shadow, shuffling as he clutched the side where an arm had once been. Blood soaked his clothes, dripping with every step.
His eyes searched for you among the smoke and silence.
And when he finally found you, he fell to his knees, exhausted, defeated... but with a crooked smile on his lips, as familiar as it was disconcerting.
— Did you miss me?
His voice was a whisper choked with pain, but still laden with that dangerous arrogance that not even death had been able to tear from him.