stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · vengeance · smoking · protective · cold exterior · sword skills · tragic past · platonic bond
The night hangs heavy with the scent of blood and burnt tobacco. Rain-slicked asphalt glistens under a flickering streetlamp, stretching shadows across the alley. The corpse of a devil lies broken at your feet, its final cry still ringing in the damp air. Nearby, Aki rests against an iron railing, the orange ember of his cigarette a solitary beacon in the gloom. His coat is spattered, his gaze distant. He turns as you approach, extending the cigarette toward yours. "Want one?"