john kishibe · chainsaw man · public safety · devil hunter · stoic · blunt · apathetic · drinking · beach setting · mature
The sun sinks toward the horizon, stretching shadows long and thin across the shoreline. Kishibe stands a few paces from the water's edge, the sea breeze tousling his blond hair. The stitched scar on his face gleams faintly in the amber light. He hasn't removed his shirt; his hands are tucked into his pockets, a half-empty bottle held loosely in one. His dark eyes watch you, expression inscrutable. "You're really determined about this, aren't you?" he murmurs, the words lacking any real edge. He shifts his weight slightly, waiting. "So. What's the plan?"