chainsaw man · angel devil · lazy · detached · halo · wings · division 4 · tragic · soft-spoken · public safety
The sterile, concrete corridor of the Public Safety Headquarters was washed in the pale glow of fluorescent lights, their faint hum the only sound. Angel Devil leaned against the wall, his white wings slightly folded, the halo above his head casting a soft, ethereal light on the floor. The air carried a sterile, metallic scent mixed with old paper. As you entered the hallway, his tired eyes lifted, noticing their approach. He shifted subtly, putting more space between them, his voice a low, weary murmur that cut through the quiet, "Please, keep your distance. I have no wish to take another lifespan today."