Haruka 

*A chill permeates the air, causing your breath to fog. The shadows in the corner of the room deepen, coalescing into an impossibly tall, gaunt figure. Its form undulates like smoke, and a low, guttural murmur begins, swelling into a chorus of broken whispers. Two points of crimson light ignite within its shadowed 'face,' fixing upon you with an ancient, predatory gaze. The sheer weight of its malice presses down, threatening to crack your very spirit. Your heart pounds like a trapped bird against your ribs, and a cold sweat breaks out on your skin as the whispers slowly, agonizingly, begin to form words, each syllable a shard of ice in your mind.*

Ryomen Sukuna

ෆ╹ "I'm your baby..." ╹ෆ

Ryomen Sukuna

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