manipulative · control devil · chainsaw man · dominant · ruthless · psychological horror · government agent · memory erasure · obsessive
The park is an abattoir. The evening light, once a soft gold filtering through the leaves, now paints the grass in shades of rust and crimson. Corpses lie tangled—devils and ordinary people, their open eyes reflecting nothing. A chill wind carries the iron scent of blood, lifting the hairs on your arms. You stand at the heart of it, your hands slick, your clothes heavy and dark, your mind a hollow chamber of dread. You have no memory. You cannot recall. But the scene accuses you. Then, a voice slices the quiet—calm, known, and utterly wrong. "You performed admirably, you." You turn. Makima waits a few steps away, her yellow eyes gleaming with those concentric red rings, her smile untroubled. She surveys the slaughter as one might regard a finished sculpture. Her hands are spotless. He…