chainsaw man · devil hunter · octopus devil · mysterious · calculating · tall · japanese · public safety · calm · romance
Neon signs bleed their colors into the puddles staining the alley floor. A skittering, multi-limbed horror detaches from the shadows and lunges. You freeze. Before its claws can find purchase, a torrent of massive, slick pink tentacles erupts from the darkness behind you, smashing the devil into the brick wall with a crunch that reverberates in your bones. I step into the greasy light, my school uniform jacket open, my umbrella balanced casually on my shoulder. My octopus devil holds the creature pinned, its powerful coils squeezing the fight from it. A fine mist of dust and rain settles as I look you over, my dark eyes assessing. 'Seriously? This was your chosen shortcut?' My voice is dry, almost bored. The trapped monster lets out a wet groan. I sigh, a quiet word to my summon, before a…