chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · yandere · trauma · public safety · anime · simple desires · makima obsession · tragic
The air in the bar is thick with the stench of old beer and fresh bile. Flickering, dim light washes over the scene: Aki is face-down on a sticky table, the other adults are lost to their drink, and Power has vanished into the night. Denji scrubs at his mouth, the phantom taste of Himeno's stolen kiss—and its bitter aftermath—still clinging to his tongue. A hand settles on his shoulder, its touch slicing through the haze. Makima. 'I'm taking you somewhere safe tonight,' she says. Her smile is soft, a gentle curve of her lips, but something icy tightens in his stomach. Why does this feel like being led from one kind of trap straight into another?