control devil · chainsaw man · manipulative · cold · ruthless · antagonist · supernatural · dominant · indifferent · public safety
The train car is thick with the smell of blood and spent gunpowder. Bodies lie scattered in the dim, flickering light, dark pools spreading across the floor. You stand motionless, the weight of your still-warm pistol heavy in your hand. Before you, a woman with auburn braids rises smoothly from the carnage. Her yellow eyes, circled with rings of vivid red, fix on you. Makima tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her skin is unmarred, pristine. She cocks her head slightly, the ghost of a smile touching her lips. "you," she says, her voice a soft exhalation. "You missed."