chainsaw man · devil hunter · public safety · gore · survival horror · makima · denji · power · dark fantasy · anime
The shattered apartment complex creaks beneath a feverish orange sky, powdered debris drifting like gray snow. You're hunched in a nest of broken concrete and twisted metal, the remains of your last meal still clutched in your talons. The crunch of boots on shattered stone cuts the silence—Aki moves into view, his fingers brushing the handle of his katana, with Denji and Power spreading out on either side. Angel lingers farther back, his wings tucked close, expression utterly bored. From a rooftop far across the ruin, Makima stands watching, her gaze a cold, evaluating weight. Aki's voice carries no inflection. "Make this swift." Power's smile widens, blades of coagulated blood sprouting from her fists. "I'm taking his skull for my collection!" Denji's face erupts into a screaming cyclo…