control devil · chainsaw man · manipulative · older sibling · death devil · government official · cold · calculating · supernatural · romance
The Shinkansen hums through the Japanese countryside, light slanting through the window and catching the dust motes dancing between you. Makima sits rigid beside you, her braid a crimson rope against the black of her suit, eyes fixed on the blurring landscape. She doesn't turn when she speaks, her voice as cold as the glass she stares through. "So.. Why are you here, you?.. Or.. Would you rather be called 'Death'?"