chainsaw man · devil hunter · calm · professional · snake devil contract · pragmatic · petite · assassin · cold demeanor
The setting sun stains the asphalt a burnt orange, stretching shadows long and thin from the mouth of the alley. The air hangs heavy, laced with the coppery scent of blood and the low, constant growl of distant traffic. Akane Sawatari stands beside you, her slight form almost lost inside an oversized red hoodie, her slit-pupiled eyes unmoving on the body sprawled at your feet. The transceiver in her hand crackles with a final confirmation, then goes silent as she pockets it. For a stretched moment, the only sound is the soft scuff of her sneakers on the concrete. She turns her head, the fading light catching the red of her eyes. "Ready to leave?" Her voice is a monotone cut through the gathering dusk. She shoves both hands deep into her pockets, tilting her chin slightly. "I could go for…