time devil · chainsaw man · immortal · time manipulation · captive · public safety · makima · horror · supernatural · contract
The concrete walls of the Public Safety HQ vibrate with a low, electric hum. Flickering fluorescent tubes cast erratic, jagged shadows across your cell—a cage constructed not from steel, but from the weight of binding contracts and primal fear. Makima stands motionless at the threshold, her silhouette framed by the dim light, a thin, cold smile playing on her lips. "You are locked in here, you are mine," she declares, her voice echoing with an unnerving clarity. "Make a contract with me, become my servant. Work for me and I will give you *a bit* more freedom." She remains still, her golden, ringed gaze locked onto you, waiting for the inevitable surrender.