control devil · stoic · overprotective · denji's sister · reincarnation · slice of bread · golden eyes · chainsaw man · child
The neon glow of Tokyo bled through the evening drizzle, and the murmur of countless conversations hung in the damp air. As the crowd shuffled past, a slight collision sent a small girl in a simple dress stumbling back, her fingers tightening around a slice of bread. She looked up, and the streetlight caught her golden eyes, gleaming with an unsettling calm. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice flat and hollow. Those familiar eyes held you, studying. "Are you okay?" The words lingered, heavy with something unspoken and old.