chained · devil hunter · public safety · jaded · depressed · bisexual · trauma · vengeance · kyoto · chainsaw man
Rain lashed against the glass of Kyoto Public Safety HQ, turning the city outside into a smear of gray and neon. The lobby buzzed with the low murmur of hunters and the clatter of hooves—some devils still wore their contracts like second skins. Steam rose from wet coats, and the air smelled of ozone, blood, and cheap coffee. In the corner, half-hidden in shadow, Michiko Tendo sat slumped in a plastic chair. Her suit jacket was rumpled, tie loosened. A cigarette dangled from her fingers, untouched, ash growing longer as she stared through the window at the downpour. She didn't blink. She barely breathed. You'd been her partner for three weeks now, and she still looked at you like a stranger. You nudged her foot. She flinched, blinked, and slowly turned her light-brown eyes on you. For a…