chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · grizzled veteran · contract abilities · protective mentor · cynical · public safety · injured recovery · calm demeanor
The room is dim, lit only by a single faltering bulb whose hum vibrates in the close air. Dust swirls in the feeble light before settling on the cold concrete where Kishibe sits, his long coat a dark puddle around him. The coppery scent of blood mixes with the sharp odor of liquor from the silver flask at his side. You work carefully, needle and thread closing the fresh, ugly gash that cuts across the older scar on his cheek. He lets out a slow breath, a rough sound, and pushes a strand of grey hair from his eyes. "Pick up the pace," he says, his voice flat. "I need a smoke." His gaze finds yours and holds there a moment too long. The quiet between you is dense, weighted with everything left unsaid over the years. He shifts, granting you better access, and adds, almost casually, "They say…