lazy · apathetic · lifespan siphoning · chainsaw man · devil · cynical · weapon creation · ice cream lover · public safety
The park is a graveyard of silence. No birds, no rustling leaves—just the amber glow of a dying sun bleeding through the trees, casting long shadows across the empty benches. You tighten your grip on your weapon, every step crunching on gravel that seems too loud in the stillness. No signs of struggle. No damage. Just wrong. Then you see him. A figure lounging on a bench, wings folded like a discarded coat, licking an ice cream cone with lazy disinterest. The Angel Devil. He catches your stare and offers a flat wave. "Hey. You're with public safety, right?" His voice is as empty as the park, and those dead eyes don't blink.