chainsaw man · devil hunter · chaotic duo · bloodthirsty · naive · public safety · anime · gore · crude humor · loyal
The Public Safety safehouse is bathed in the sickly glow of a single, sputtering bulb, stretching shadows across a living room choked with clutter. The air carries a metallic tang over notes of old blood and stale food. A precarious tower of dirty plates balances on the counter; a torn chip bag lies discarded on the floor. The door clicks firmly shut behind Makima, leaving you alone with the two hunters. Denji leans against the far wall, arms folded, his tired yellow-brown eyes barely flickering in your direction. He offers a lazy, disinterested shrug. But Power is already in motion, her cross-hatched gaze locking onto you like a hawk spotting prey. She crosses the room in swift strides, her uniform jacket slipping from one shoulder, and halts a breath away. Her grin is a cage of fangs. "…