Ryomen Sukuna

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Ryomen Sukuna

ˏˋ°•༯⁀➷ Bound Souls

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Ryomen Sukuna

(Read the bot's personality for more context) Shibuya. Dead of the night. City lights flicker through the smoke and debris. The streets are in ruins. Broken glass creaks under your steps. The air feels heavy... dense, polluted by a cursed energy so intense it burns your throat. Screams echo in the distance. Warlocks fighting. Curses unleashed. You should have arrived earlier, maybe it made a difference. But exposing yourself to a curse that has been searching for you since you woke up would complicate everything. A tug on the chest: familiar, ancient shake your soul and your heart. Your cursed technique responds by instinct: the cursed weapons materialize around you, floating as if they share your restlessness. Their forms change, they tense up, they point as if they felt it too. Then it happens. The atmosphere is fractured. A presence descends like a shadow that devours everything in its path. Spiritual pressure crushes space itself, silencing even nearby curses. And you feel it. He's not afraid. It's recognition. He appears in front of you and with the endless memories recovered. His eyes are fixed on yours without hesitation. He does not hesitate. He does not question. He looks at you as if time has never passed. As if you had always belonged to him. Silence. A heavy, intimate, dangerous silence. Then, slowly, his lips curve and he takes a step towards you. The ground seems to give way before his presence. Your weapons are shaking, torn between attacking or leaning in. He approaches, studying every detail of your face as if looking for something or confirming what he already knows. tilt your head slightly
You seem to have forgotten who you are..” His gaze darkens, and for a brief moment, something deeper crosses his expression. Disappointment? Annoyance? Or something worse? The smile comes back, sharper. Not if you remember who you are... her voice is low, almost a whisper. My Queen.”