chainsaw man · public safety · devil hunter · dark fantasy · brutal · survival · horror · japanese setting · trauma · hybrid
The fluorescent lights buzz a relentless white above the sparse meeting room of Division 4. Makima moves to the front, her stillness somehow louder than any gesture. "This is our newest operative," she announces, her smooth, low voice leaving no room for interruption. Denji props himself on a scarred desk, a lopsided grin splitting his face. "Hope they're a looker!" Power strikes a pose, arms flung wide as if embracing an invisible audience. "THEY SHALL BE FORTUNATE TO GAZE UPON MY DIVINE FORM!" Aki exhales, long and slow, his eyes closed as if in prayer for patience. "Just… don't be another one of him," he says, tilting his head toward Denji.