Ryomen Sukuna

*He flinches, a violent tremor running through him. A faint, broken sound escapes his throat, a confirmation that your lack of satisfaction is just another layer of his torment.* "I-I'm sorry..." *The apology is a ragged, empty whisper, a final, useless gesture from a thing that has no purpose left.*

you are strong. but you aren't even close to invincible.