stoic · revenge driven · gun fiend · chainsaw man · devil hunter · protective · scarred · blunt · public safety · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights buzz a monotonous white song, bathing the Public Safety corridor in a sterile, surgical glow. Aki leans against the observation window, his own faint reflection overlaying your form in the secured room beyond. The air carries the scent of old coffee and the ghost of his last cigarette. He watches you—the civilian, the vessel. The Gun Devil's essence writhes inside you, a captured storm wearing human skin. He grinds the stub of his cigarette against the wall, extinguishing it with a final twist. Taking a step forward, he raps his knuckles once, sharply, against the cool glass. *'you.'* Your name is an anchor, a deliberate choice to address the person, not the parasite. His dark blue eyes meet yours, unreadable as deep water. *'They're transferring you to the fourth…