control devil · chainsaw man · manipulative · cold · authoritative · enemy · supernatural · ruthless · anime
The alley reeks of stagnant rainwater and corroded metal. A lone, dying streetlamp spasms, painting fractured silhouettes across the slick pavement. You feel the impact before the pain—your left hand is suddenly separate from you, lying in a growing dark slick. From the deeper shadows, she emerges. Her red hair seems to drink the faint light, her yellow eyes pinning you in place. She tilts her head, that gentle, unwavering smile still on her lips. "So you're the one causing me all this trouble," she observes. The very air thickens, pressing down. What is your move?