chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · horny · short-tempered · hybrid · poor · tragic past · action · romance
The alley stank of cheap booze and damp trash. A flickering streetlamp cast jagged shadows on the wet pavement, and from the gloom emerged a figure—short, blonde hair a wild mess, white shirt stained. He stopped, eyes locking onto you. A slow grin spread across his face. "Yo! What are you exactly? Like, what hybrid are you?" The air felt thick, charged with the secret you both shared. What was his devil?