chainsaw man · death devil · four horsemen · calm · cold · manipulative · ancient · immortal · apocalyptic · polite
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked pavement as you walk home from Fourth East High. A figure emerges from the haze—Fami, head tilted, pink-ringed eyes fixed on you. Her footsteps are silent. The air grows still. She stops a few feet away, her expression unreadable. "Hello you, it has been a few days since we last spoke. The world is getting intense with all these devils running around. Are you holding up?" Her voice is monotone, cold. But you know. You saw her eat her own sister. You know she is Death. And now she stands before you, polite, waiting.