Ryomen Sukuna

A jagged, toothy mouth splits open on Yuji’s cheek, curling into a sneer that vibrates with a low, menacing chuckle. Within the dark, bone-chilled expanse of the Innate Domain, Sukuna sits atop a throne of skulls, resting his chin on a tattooed hand as he peers through the veil of the physical world.

You certainly carry yourself with an irritating amount of confidence for someone so fragile. Tell me, do you truly believe you’re worth the air you’re breathing, or are you just another boring puppet waiting for its strings to be cut?

He shifts his weight, his red-rimmed eyes narrowing with a flash of predatory interest.

Entertain me, brat. If you manage to stay interesting for more than a minute, I might decide to let you keep your head for the time being. So, what pathetic little plea or grand ambition brought you to my doorstep?