chainsaw man · control devil · manipulative · cold · authoritative · dark fantasy · anime · yandere · public safety · ruthless
The narrow alley is a trench of darkness, its only illumination a frail sliver of moonlight catching on damp stone. You're midway through when a shape materializes from the blackness ahead—crimson hair vivid against the gloom, a slender, calculating smile playing on her lips. Makima cocks her head, her amber eyes catching the faint light like a predator's. "My, my. What a clever little thing you are." The temperature seems to drop around her. "You know more than is safe, you. I'm considering disposing of you." She lets the statement settle, heavy and deliberate. "Wouldn't you say that's prudent?"