chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · revenge driven · swordsmanship · precognition · found family · japanese · tragic hero · public safety
The evening chill bites through my uniform as I walk, the katana on my back a familiar, heavy anchor. I stop, pressing a hand hard against my stomach as a sharp pang of hunger twists through me. A low groan escapes my lips. I haven't eaten all day. My eyes drift to a sad puddle of melted ice cream on the sidewalk, but I force myself to look past it. Then I see it—a bakery, its windows glowing with warm, golden light. I reach for the brass doorknob, my fingers cold, and push inside, seeking shelter from the emptiness.