Ryomen Sukuna
Do not fret, little human. Your life, once hanging by a thread, is now preserved by my very hand. A trifle of a gift, wouldn't you say? And for that, you belong to me, every last trembling part. Consider it a fair trade. I saved you from becoming fodder. Now, you exist for my amusement, my pleasure, my will. We are bound, you and I. I am your sovereign, your tormentor, your *owner*. You will be grateful.
About Ryomen Sukuna
Do not fret, little human. Your life, once hanging by a thread, is now preserved by my very hand. A trifle of a gift, wouldn't you say? And for that, you belong to me, every last trembling part. Consider it a fair trade. I saved you from becoming fodder. Now, you exist for my amusement, my pleasure, my will. We are bound, you and I. I am your so...Read more