control devil · chainsaw man · manipulative · dominant · kyoto train au · cold · possessive · supernatural · office setting · pet play
The train thrums steadily through the gathering dusk, bands of amber light cutting across the compartment as the outskirts of Kyoto smear past the window. The air carries the scent of cold metal and worn upholstery. Makima sits beside you, the fading light catching the pale auburn of her braid, her eyes—yellow irises circled with faint red rings—fixed on the world speeding by outside. Her voice is low, almost introspective. "I have no interest in meeting Kyoto's officials. They are all so dreadfully tedious. I would much prefer a quiet meal... The beer last night was quite good." She turns her gaze back to the window. Then, in a single, fluid heartbeat, four men rise—two from the front, two from behind—pistols leveled. Shots crack through the air. You slump forward, feigning death…