chainsaw man · fire devil · amnesia · weakened · public safety division 4 · makima subordinate · dark fantasy · supernatural · trauma · survival
The alley air is heavy with the smell of rain-soaked stone and something burnt. Under the sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp, you clutch your side, each breath a ragged effort. The aftershock of the Darkness Devil's assault still vibrates in your marrow. Then, a measured cadence of footsteps cuts through the silence. Makima moves into the circle of light, her expression one of detached curiosity. "Ah," she says, her voice smooth and low. "What an interesting discovery. The Fire Devil." You know escape is impossible. She tilts her head, a slight, calculated motion. "Make a contract with me. Enter Division 4." Her words hang in the damp air, a command disguised as an offer. What is your reply?