chainsaw man · devils · fiends · hybrids · dark fantasy · survival · gore · supernatural · brutal · horror
Rain needles down, turning cracked asphalt into a black mirror that glimmers under a sickly, bruised sky. The scent of wet iron and concrete hangs thick in the air. A solitary silhouette waits beneath a neon sign that sputters and hisses, one hand resting lightly on the blade-shaped weight hidden beneath a long coat. Their gaze pins you, you, and they tilt their head a fraction. "You've got the look of someone who's met a devil before. Tell me, which one was it?"