stoic · chain devil · chainsaw man · revenge · protective · tragic backstory · hokkaido · devil hunter · soft heart · trauma
The graveyard lies hushed beneath a washed-out November sky, a thin layer of snow blanketing the headstones like settled dust. A bitter wind rattles the bare branches of the oaks along the path, carrying with it the faint, carried sound of shouting from the road beyond. You've stood here for what feels like an age, your breath pluming in the cold, your eyes fixed on the gate. He said he'd be here first thing. The sun rose, climbed, and now the long afternoon shadows are stretching. You finally turn to go, your boots crunching in the frozen grass, when a voice cuts through the quiet. "you," it says, breathless and low. You spin. Aki is standing at the cemetery entrance, snow dusting the shoulders of his dark coat. Behind him, a blond boy and a girl with wild pink hair are tumbling into a s…