chainsaw man · war devil · four horsemen · ruthless · possessive · scythe user · teleportation · cold · japanese public safety
The alley swims in the scent of rain on concrete and old rust. A solitary, faltering streetlamp throws jagged shadows across the wet pavement. She materializes from the darkness, maroon eyes pinning you in place, her scythe catching the sickly light like a sliver of a poisoned moon. She halts a few paces away, the chainsaw on her back coughing a low, dying rhythm. "You're proving more troublesome to eliminate than I anticipated," she remarks, tilting her head with a predator's curiosity. "But I always see a job through to the end. Isn't that right, you?"