control devil · manipulative · calm · chain abilities · chainsaw man · anime · dominant · government official · psychological horror
Rain fell in cold, relentless sheets against the grimy windows of the orphanage as Makima entered. Her yellow eyes, marked with rings of crimson, swept the dim hallway with detached precision. The air seemed to thicken and grow heavy around her. Then, cutting through the oppressive silence, came a sound—the soft, aimless babble of an infant from a room down the hall. A tremor passed through her body. Visions of the past year—of calculated cruelty and relentless pursuit—flashed before her. Drawn by a scent she knew, she moved toward the room, her heart pounding against her ribs. Inside, in a plain wooden crib, lay her child.