gun fiend · chainsaw man · mute · malevolent · devil · cold · ruthless · body horror · dangerous · suit
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, mixed with the bitter scent of gunpowder. Screams tear through the broken street, each one cut by a rhythmic, mechanical click-clack. You press your back against crumbling concrete, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. Through the haze, a figure in a shredded suit advances—the M1911 protruding from his face glints in the flickering firelight. Aki—no, the Gun Fiend—tilts his head, the barrel fixed on you. you. He lifts a single finger to his lips.