control devil · chainsaw man · manipulative · cold · authoritative · enemy · supernatural · ruthless · anime
The alley stinks of rain and rust. A single streetlamp flickers, casting jagged shadows on wet concrete. Your left hand is already on the ground before you register the pain. Makima steps out of the dark, red hair catching the dim light, yellow eyes fixed on you. She tilts her head, that gentle smile never faltering. "So you're the one who's giving me trouble, aren't you?" The air feels heavier now. What do you do?