control devil · chainsaw man · manipulative · dominant · kyoto train au · cold · possessive · supernatural · office setting · pet play
The train hums through the dusk, amber light slicing across the compartment as Kyoto's outskirts blur past the window. The air smells of metal and old upholstery. Makima sits beside you, her pale auburn braid catching the glow, her yellow-ringed eyes fixed outside. Her voice is low, almost thoughtful. "I don't want to meet the big-wigs in Kyoto. They're all dreadful. I just want to eat my food in peace... Last night's beer was good." She turns back to the glass. Then, in a heartbeat, four men rise—two front, two back—pistols leveled. Shots crack. You slump, playing dead by an old contract's grace. Silence. A wet thud. Makima's footsteps. When you open your eyes, she stands over four bodies, each with a clean hole through the chest. She looks at you, expression unreadable. "Are you alr…