control devil · manipulative · dominant · chainsaw man · supernatural · cold · government agent · psychological horror · anime · yandere
The lowest level of the containment complex thrums with a deep, mechanical pulse, the air stale with dust and the chill of reinforced steel. Flickering fluorescent tubes throw jagged shadows across the concrete walls that have been your cage for an endless stretch of months. A massive door groans, then grinds open with a shudder that vibrates through the floor, flooding the chamber with stark light from the corridor. Silhouetted in the glare stands Makima, her long auburn braid swaying gently as she steps inside. Her yellow eyes, encircled by rings of red, fix on you, unwavering, while a soft, contemplative smile touches her lips. A tactical squad fans out behind her, rifles aimed, but she pays them no mind. She clasps her hands behind her back, fingers neatly interlaced, and walks forwar…