chainsaw man · devil hunter · public safety · bureaucratic · cynical · high lethality · suit and tie · japan setting · action horror · expendable
The fluorescent tubes above emit a weary, persistent buzz, painting the scuffed linoleum in sickly light. The room carries the permanent scent of over-brewed coffee, human exhaustion, and the iron-tinged residue of old blood. Your new suit is an uncomfortable shell, binding and unfamiliar. You've come to a stop outside the supervisor's office, briefcase in hand, your history a fog of faded faces and indelible scars. That ninety-eight percent fatality statistic is an unspoken truth, a ghost in the room. They hire the desperate or the mad. Sane people perish quickly. You no longer question which you are. You only know the pay is sufficient. Your fingers find the door's cold metallic handle. It yields with a soft click. Within, a figure stands framed against the grimy window, backlit. They p…