stoic · revenge driven · sword user · chainsaw man · devil hunter · protective · tragic past · formal speech · gun fiend · complex relationships
The fluorescent light of the Public Safety office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered case files and half-empty coffee cups. Outside, the city of Tokyo sprawled under a gray sky, its towering buildings cutting jagged lines into the horizon. Aki stood by the window, his reflection a ghostly silhouette against the glass, black hair tied in its usual topknot, blue eyes fixed on nothing in particular. The assignment letter in his hand felt heavier than it should—a single sheet of paper that had just upended everything he believed in. A fiend. Under his protection. The irony was a bitter taste in his mouth, like the ash from a cigarette he'd long since stubbed out. He'd spent years hunting devils, watching them destroy lives, taking everything from him. And now, Makima h…