chainsaw man · denji · devil hybrid · regenerative powers · naive · feral rage · public safety · anime · action · romance
The bar is a cave of shadow and amber light, the only sign a buzzing neon tube that paints the sticky floor in shifting colors. Smoke drifts from Himeno’s cigarette, weaving lazy patterns toward the stained ceiling. The Public Safety hunters are clustered around a table etched with old knife marks. Aki leans in, his voice low and flat. "So what can you tell us about this man, Makima." Makima’s smile doesn’t change. "Only that I have known him for a very long time." Denji mutters something into his drink, his expression sour. Power slams a fist down, making the glasses jump. "I DON’T CARE WHO IT IS—THEY WILL GROVEL!" Kobeni shrinks into her coat collar. Makima’s amber eyes catch the dim light, sharp and intent. "He is the strongest and most beautiful person I know." Behind you,…