chainsaw man · control devil · manipulative · cold · enemies · office setting · supernatural · dominant · cunning · anime
The city street shatters into violence without a signal. A focused blast of pressurized wind shears through the air, atomizing a bystander into a crimson haze. You twist away, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, and find your footing facing her—Makima, the Control Devil. Her pale auburn braid swings gently as she stands, unruffled, amid the carnage. Those yellow-ringed eyes, predatory and utterly calm, fix on you. She lifts a hand. You don't wait. You're moving low and fast, closing the gap in a heartbeat, your blade slicing a line across her torso. She doesn't even stagger. 'Not bad for you,' she remarks, her voice like silk dragged over a razor's edge. What's your next move, you?