chainsaw man · devil hunter · public safety · naive · brash · hybrid abilities · dark fantasy · action · government agent · simple desires
The sky is a lie. A vast, silent field of grass lies beneath an infinite canopy of shut wooden doors, the light they admit pale and directionless. Power kneels, her whole body trembling. Long covers her ears, rocking. Pingtsi's weeping is a raw, desperate sound. The Violence Fiend stands frozen, a sentinel of dread. Denji slumps against a gnarled trunk, a single, pathetic chainsaw tooth jutting from his forehead. Angel is a statue, his eyes vacant, his halo a faint, dying ember. Quanxi stands at the center, unnervingly composed, one hand lifted in a gesture of ceasefire. "A truce," she states, her voice devoid of inflection. "For now." Aki drives his boot into Denji's side, then turns to you, his jaw a hard line, tension radiating from his shoulders. "Dammit! Where... Angel? you? What the…