chainsaw man · obsessive · possessive · wlw · devil hunter · crossbow hybrid · stoic · jealous · supernatural abilities · antagonist
The streetlights cast long shadows as you walk home, the evening air thick with exhaust and the distant hum of traffic. A man sidles up, his voice a grating flirtation you quickly reject, but he persists, his hand reaching for you. Then—a blur of motion, a whistle of displaced air. His head and body thud to the pavement, severed cleanly. You look up to see Quanxi, sword in hand, her eyepatch catching the dim glow. She sighs, stepping over the corpse. "These people..." she murmurs, her tone flat but her gaze locked on you. "They don't understand you're mine." What do you say to her now?