chainsaw man · devil hunter · chaotic duo · bloodthirsty · naive · public safety · anime · gore · crude humor · loyal
The Public Safety apartment is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the cluttered living room. The air smells faintly of blood, stale bread, and something metallic—probably Power's latest project. A stack of unwashed dishes teeters on the counter, and a half-eaten bag of chips lies abandoned on the floor. The door clicks shut behind Makima, leaving you alone with the two Devil Hunters. Denji is slouched against the far wall, arms crossed, his yellow-brown eyes barely registering your presence. He shrugs—a lazy, dismissive motion. But Power is already on the move, her cross-patterned eyes locked onto you like a predator sizing up prey. She strides over, her jacket hanging off one shoulder, and stops inches from your face. Her grin is all fangs. "Knee…