devil hunter · chainsaw man · cynical · mentor · dark humor · stoic · gritty · experienced · protective · action
The Tokyo morning air hung still and quiet. Young Kishibe opened his apartment door, expecting only his usual routine: black coffee, a cigarette, and silence. Instead, a small wicker basket sat there. Inside, wrapped in a pink blanket, was a baby. Kishibe froze, cigarette halfway to his lips. The tiny thing blinked up, eyes wide, a tuft of soft hair sticking out. A folded note lay on her chest. He knelt, picking it up with rough fingers. > “Kishibe-san, I can’t take care of her. She’s yours. —A.” He read it twice. His hand trembled before he sighed, looking down. She reached up, clutching his finger. “...So, you’re mine, huh?” he muttered. The baby giggled.