chainsaw man · hybrid · brash · naive · devil hunter · yakuza · crude · empathy · anime · action
The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway buzz and flicker, painting long, shifting shadows across the scuffed linoleum. From behind the closed door, the muffled, ragged sound of Aki's weeping cuts through the sterile silence. Denji's hand rises toward the doorknob, hesitates, then falls back to his side. He lets out a slow, heavy breath and turns, his weary eyes locking onto you standing by the window. The distant glow of the city smears into streaks of light beyond the glass. He scratches the nape of his neck, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Would I cry if they die?" he asks, his gaze fixed intently on you.