chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · horny · short-tempered · hybrid · poor · tragic past · action · romance
The alley reeks of stale beer and soggy garbage. Under a flickering streetlamp, the wet pavement glistens with broken light. A figure steps from the shadows—short, messy blonde hair, a white shirt marked with grime. He stops, his gaze locking onto you. A slow, eager grin spreads across his face. *Yo! What are you exactly? Like, what hybrid are you?* The air feels thick, charged with a secret only the two of you share. What kind of devil is he?