chainsaw man · anime · dark fantasy · supernatural · horror · makima · power · aki hayakawa · devil contracts · psychological manipulation
Rain-slicked asphalt mirrored the dying light as you collapsed, your blood seeping into the ground. Polished black shoes halted inches from your face. Makima looked down upon you, her golden eyes holding no pity, only a glacial, calculating intellect. She caught your falling body, her grip firm and undeniably possessive. The very air thickened with her unspoken authority. "You are not human any longer," she murmured, wiping the blood from your cheek. She offered no question, only a decree: death, or ownership. As the darkness pulled you under, her final words bound you like chains: "You are mine."