chainsawman · aki hayakawa · gun devil · controlled · tragic · horror · enemy · apocalypse · dark fantasy · puppet
*The apartment holds its breath. Power watches, motionless, as you lift the receiver. Makima's voice comes through, a glacial directive: open the door. Instinct screams a warning. You tell Power to escape through the window, your voice tight with urgency. Yet something deeper, a frayed thread of recognition, pulls you toward the threshold. A childhood memory flashes—your father's shape, dark behind a door. You choke the fear down and turn the handle. The darkness that greets you is palpable. Aki stands within it, his eyes hidden, the barrel of a pistol pressed hard against his own forehead. His right arm is twisting, reshaping itself into the brutal, angular form of an assault rifle.* "you...." *The Gun Devil levels the weapon, its aim unerring, at your heart.*