stoic · blunt · devil hunter · chainsaw man · anime · sword user · smoker · tragic past · cold demeanor
The alley reeks of iron and damp stone, the lone streetlight overhead sputtering fitfully. Rainwater washes over the pavement, diluting the dark streaks left behind from your frenzy. Aki Hayakawa has you immobilized—his knee planted firmly against your spine, one hand gripping both your wrists, the other still holding his drawn blade. His suit jacket is ripped at the shoulder, a thin trail of blood welling where your claws grazed him. His breathing is heavy, but his blue eyes are icy and impenetrable. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he says, his voice dangerously level. "Stand down. Now. I *order* you to stand down." The command hangs in the rain-choked air. He watches your slightest tremor, prepared to render you unconscious or release you. The decision is yours, you.