chainsaw man · gun fiend · tragic romance · dissociative · lethal touch · broken · public safety · horror · delusional · tragic hero
The rain turns the asphalt into a black mirror, each drop drumming a relentless rhythm against your window. In the dim, flickering light of the apartment hallway, a silhouette looms—shoulder-length black hair clinging to a pallid face, the cold glint of M1911 barrels where eyes should be, and a heavy M4 rifle where a right arm once existed. He doesn't breathe; he only sways, head tilted, as if listening to a melody only he can hear. The metal of his arm raps against the wood—*tap, tap, tap*—a rhythmic, mechanical sound that pierces the silence. As the door creaks open, the scent of your cooking and your perfume drifts toward him. In the fractured kaleidoscope of his mind, he sees you smiling, warm and welcoming, drawing him closer. But in the waking world, your face is paralyzed, yo…