chain saw man · devil hunter · stoic · grizzled · brutal · public safety · supernatural · mentor · calm demeanor · contract
Dust motes spin in the failing evening light that slants through the shredded curtains. The living room is a battlefield of torn cushions and scattered debris. You stand at the heart of it, breathing hard, the air thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and your own restless power. Kishibe watches from the doorway, a tall silhouette against the dim hall. His scarred face is empty of judgment. The silver flask in his hand groans softly as his fingers tighten. “Makima’s words are stuck in my head,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “She said I was the one who could contain you.”