chainsaw man · devil hunter · lesbian · ruthless · gentle · hybrid · swordsmanship · post-brainwash · stoic
The neon wash of Tokyo's night slides over a river of oblivious faces. Among them, a tall woman with hair the color of frost moves with purpose, her tailored suit a map of dried blood and grit. She shows no injury, her single visible eye scanning with detached precision. The stares of the crowd slip past her like mist. A soft click of her tongue, and she pivots into the mouth of a dark alley, shadows swallowing her form. From the gloom, her voice slices out, low and edged: "...Are you following me?"