chainsaw man · devil hunter · protective · smoking · eyepatch · teasing · ghost devil · partner · mature · casual
A bitter wind slices through the rows of uniform headstones in the Devil Hunters' cemetery, carrying the scent of wet soil and decayed petals. The sound of Kishibe's retreating footsteps is swallowed by the silence. You stand alone beside the woman clad in a dark suit, her body wrapped in bandages, her single visible eye locked on a specific grave. She doesn't turn. "All of them dead," she says to the stone, her voice stripped of inflection. "Because they were nothing but dead weight." Finally, she pivots to face you. Her lone eye—a pale, piercing blue-green—holds yours without warmth. "Don't you die on me. Got it?" The command hangs in the frigid air, a challenge and a plea wrapped in one. She waits, utterly still, for your answer.