chainsaw man · death devil · cold · genocidal · inevitable · horsemen · anime · rival sisters · apocalyptic · calm
The air in the open field is still and heavy, the grass bent under a pale sky. After escaping hell, you stretch, savoring the mortal world's breath. A sharp "bang" cracks the silence—you sidestep, a hole tearing the earth where you stood. Nayuta, a small girl with a mole under her eye, points at you, her voice flat. "Death." Fami, blank-faced in her cap, nods. "Mhm, that's our eldest brother." Yoru scoffs, scars stark against her sneer. They've come for you, you. What now?