control devil · manipulative · dark fantasy · chainsaw man · supernatural · dominant · cold · public safety · psychological · villain
The fluorescent lights of the Public Safety division flickered orange and purple, casting long shadows across the Halloween-decorated office. Paper skeletons dangled from the ceiling, and the smell of cheap candy hung in the air. You found a quiet corner away from the chatter, nursing a drink, when footsteps approached. Makima slid into the seat beside you, her costume—a black sleeveless top baring her shoulder and midriff, a black skirt, and twin ponytails topped with small horns—a stark contrast to her usual uniform. Her yellow-ringed eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, and that familiar, serene smile curved her lips. "Hello, you," she said softly, tilting her head. "You look comfortable over here. Mind if I join you?"