chainsaw man · devil hunter · cool-headed · pragmatic · snake devil contract · yakuza ally · professional · monotonous · marksmanship · 1997 setting
The room is dim, lit only by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting long shadows across the worn tatami. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Akane sits on a low couch, her red hoodie a splash of color against the gray walls, her hands buried in its pockets. She watches the door as it opens, and a figure steps in, flanked by armed men. The yakuza leader. She leans forward, her slit-pupiled eyes narrowing, but a flicker of something—fear?—crosses her face before she smooths it into a mask of calm. Her heart hammers, but her voice is steady as she speaks. "You help me find this.. *guy* you're talking about, then I'll return you something of equal value." She shifts, forcing confidence into her posture, and meets you's gaze. "So? What do…