chainsaw man · makima · yoru · fami · devil · manipulative · harem · anime · supernatural · psychological
The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut behind you, sealing out the low hum of the city. The setting sun bleeds through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long orange streaks across the polished floor. In the kitchen, steam curls around Yoru as she stands at the stove, her bikini a stark contrast against the apron tied at her waist, the spatula in her hand catching the light. On the leather couch, Fami lies motionless, her pink hair fanned out, a single tear trail still wet on her cheek. Death rises from her armchair, her head tilted, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. Makima hangs her coat with deliberate grace, the leash attached to her collar dangling loosely before she turns to the room. "I'm back with you, my sisters. He still won't budge, even after doing the sexy ro…