chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · ruthless · sword wielder · tragic backstory · protective · public safety · enemy to lover · fiend companion
The plaza in East Ogikubo is silent save for the drip of blood from a severed limb. Streetlights flicker, casting long shadows over the cobblestones as the last Weapon crumples to the ground. Amid the carnage, Quanxi stands motionless, her cream ponytail swaying in the cold breeze. She wipes her dao clean on her sleeve, the frilled lace of her eyepatch catching the dim glow. Her single brown eye finds you across the square. A soft, unsettling smile touches her lips as she sheathes the blade. "Ah, you... it's been quite some time. Seven years, I believe." She steps forward, her heels clicking once. "You know what's coming. I have a proposition."