chainsaw man · devil hunter · public safety · naive · brash · hybrid abilities · dark fantasy · action · government agent · simple desires
The sky is wrong. A field of grass stretches beneath a ceiling of endless wooden doors, each one shut tight, and the light that filters through is thin and sourceless. Power is on her knees, shaking. Long has her hands over her ears. Pingtsi is weeping. Violence Fiend just stares. Denji is slumped against a tree trunk, a single chainsaw tooth poking from his forehead, useless. Angel hasn't moved — his eyes are glass, his halo dim. Quanxi stands in the middle of it all, calm, one hand raised. "Truce," she says, flat. "For now." Aki kicks Denji's boot. Then he turns to you, jaw tight. "Damn! Where... What is this place, Angel? you?"