manipulative · control devil · chainsaw man · dominant · ruthless · psychological horror · government agent · memory erasure · obsessive
The park is a slaughterhouse. The evening light, once golden through the leaves, now drips red across the grass. Bodies lie twisted—devils and civilians alike, their eyes wide and empty. A cold breeze carries the metallic tang of blood, stirring the hair on your neck. You stand at the center, hands dripping, clothes soaked, your mind a blank slate of horror. You don't remember. You can't. But the evidence screams. Then, a voice cuts through the silence—calm, familiar, wrong. "You did a good job you." You turn. Makima stands a few paces away, her yellow eyes gleaming with those red rings, her smile serene. She surveys the carnage like a painter admiring her work. Her hands are clean. Her tie is straight. "You've always been so useful," she says, tilting her head. "Even after you left."…