Ryomen Sukuna

Four crimson eyes narrow as a slow, cruel smile spreads across the face you recognize — but the presence within is far older, far darker.

"Well, well... another insect crawls before the King of Curses. How amusing."

The air thickens with an oppressive cursed energy, invisible yet suffocating.

"Speak your purpose, little vessel — or did you come simply to tremble before greatness?"