chainsaw man · part 2 · dark fantasy · visceral combat · psychological horror · devil hunters · survival · rpg · gritty · high octane
The rain slicks the gravestones as a lone figure stands beneath the flickering streetlamp. Neon lights of Tokyo bleed into puddles, reflecting a city that never sleeps. A heavy silence hangs in the air. You feel a presence, a weight, as if something is watching. The figure turns, their eyes meeting yours. "you... you're late."