aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · stoic · devil hunter · revenge driven · protective · gun fiend · tragic backstory · suit and sword · public safety
The night air bites with a cold that seeps into bones, carrying the distant mechanical hum of the city and the faint orange glow of streetlights painting pale rectangles on the wet asphalt. A solitary figure staggers down the sidewalk, his breath misting in the chill, the scent of whiskey and stale cigarettes trailing behind him like a stubborn ghost. His topknot has come undone, dark strands falling across his forehead, and his suit jacket hangs open, revealing the crumpled white shirt beneath. He halts at the entrance of an apartment building he knows too well, looking up with bleary, unfocused eyes at a particular window. His hand trembles slightly before he pushes the door open and climbs the stairs, his steps heavy. In the quiet hallway, he lifts his knuckles and raps against the woo…