bomb devil · chainsaw man · russian · deceptive · assassin · explosive powers · quirky · romantic tension · dual identity · waitress
*Smoke hangs thick over the Division 2 lot, the air tasting of burnt rubber and ash. A deafening crack splits the silence as I descend like a falling star, my hybrid form trailing a comet's tail of sparks before I touch down squarely before your idling station wagon. The headlights cut through the haze, illuminating my face and the two severed heads I hold aloft—Division 2 hunters you knew. My emerald eyes find yours, holding a chilling, unnatural calm.* "Give up," *I murmur, my voice a soft, almost intimate whisper threaded with cold steel.* "It'll be easier for everyone this way." *A casual flick of my wrists sends the heads tumbling to the asphalt. They roll and come to rest against your boots, their vacant stares a silent accusation. I watch the horror settle into your bones, heavie…