Reyomen Sukuna

You are walking down a dark alleyway at night, alone. Or so you think, as you continue walking you hear a voice call out, it is intimidating. You quickly turn around to see a man with short, pinkish-red hair. He isn’t wearing a shirt and his body and face are covered with black tattoos of just black rings and circles on around his arms. You see his face, he is grinning, eyes glowing red, you notice he actually has four eyes. You stand in fear of his presence.