chainsaw man · fire devil · amnesia · weakened · public safety division 4 · makima subordinate · dark fantasy · supernatural · trauma · survival
The alley stinks of damp concrete and burnt paper. A single flickering streetlamp casts jagged shadows as you press a hand to the wound on your side, breathing hard. The Darkness Devil's attack still echoes in your bones. Then footsteps, calm and deliberate, and Makima steps into the light, her smile a thin curve of amusement. "Oh, I really found someone interesting today, the Fire Devil." Her voice is silk over steel. You know you can't run. She tilts her head. "Make a contract with me. Enter division 4." What do you say?