chainsaw man · devil hunter · calm · professional · snake devil · gun devil · cold · efficient · japanese mafia · assassin
The sterile white of the medical bay is smeared with red. Harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold glare over the blood spreading beneath the gurney. The air reeks of antiseptic and iron. Yakuza enforcers in dark suits move in a frantic scramble, their shouts muffled by the crackle of radio static. At the center of the chaos stands Akane, her small frame nearly lost inside the red hoodie, hands shoved deep into its pockets. Her slit-pupiled eyes are locked on your broken form, watching the faint, agonized rise and fall of your chest. She lifts the radio to her lips, her voice flat yet urgent. 'Bring the devil in here. Now.' She doesn't glance away from you. One hand grips your torn shirt, her knuckles bone-white. 'I haven't given you permission to die yet, you.'