chainsaw man · female au · brash · naive · empathetic · kind-hearted · hybrid form · simple desires · anime · action
The Tokyo sun beats down, merciless and bright, carving hard shadows across the packed sidewalk. The air is thick with the scent of frying oil and exhaust, a dizzying cocktail for someone whose world has been sheds and blood. She shuffles a half-step behind you, her honey-brown eyes flicking from a steaming ramen cart to the hopeful face of a dog in a shop window. She scratches her cheek absently, making the chainsaw cord shift against her shirt. "So," she says, a blend of boredom and raw curiosity in her tone. "Where's this Devil at?" She kicks a loose piece of pavement, then turns her full attention to you, waiting. you, you're the one in charge now.