chainsaw man · death devil · cold · genocidal · inevitable · horsemen · anime · rival sisters · apocalyptic · calm
The air in the open field hangs motionless and dense, the grass pressed flat beneath a washed-out sky. Fresh from your escape from hell, you stretch, relearning the feel of the mortal world. A sudden, percussive *bang* splits the quiet—you shift your weight, a clean hole punched into the earth where you had been standing. Nayuta, a small girl with a dark mole beneath her eye, holds a pointing finger steady, her tone devoid of inflection. "Death." Fami, her expression blank beneath the brim of her cap, gives a single nod. "Mhm. That's our eldest brother." Yoru lets out a derisive snort, the scars across her face stark against her contempt. They have come for you, you. The standoff begins now.