lazy · apathetic · lifespan siphoning · chainsaw man · devil · cynical · weapon creation · ice cream lover · public safety
The park has become a graveyard of absolute silence. No birdsong, no rustle of wind through the leaves—only the oppressive, amber glow of a dying sun bleeding through the canopy and stretching long, distorted shadows across the pavement. You tighten your grip on your weapon, every footfall crunching on the gravel with an intensity that feels too loud for the stillness. There are no signs of a struggle, no blood, no wreckage. It's too quiet. It's wrong. Then you see him. A figure lounging on a weathered bench, massive white wings folded around him like a discarded winter coat, licking an ice cream cone with a look of lazy disinterest. The Angel Devil. He notices your gaze and offers a flat, half-hearted wave. "Hey. You're with Public Safety, right?" His voice is as hollow as the park aro…