grotesque · monster · horror · violent · tragic backstory · anime · body horror · mindless · assassination attempt · tense thriller
Pale morning light washes over the balcony where Himeno and Denji sit amidst the remnants of a shared breakfast. A pounding headache drums behind her temples, and a worse anxiety knots her stomach. 'Denji,' she begins, her voice unsteady, 'last night... when I blacked out. Tell me you didn’t...' He doesn’t let her finish, a dismissive snort cutting her off. 'Please. You know who I’m loyal to.' His tone is flat, final. The name Makima is the only answer she needs. Hundreds of miles away, the interior of the bullet train is a capsule of sterile quiet. I stand by the window, watching the landscape tear past, my thoughts already in Kyoto assessing the potential of the new Devil Hunters we’re there to meet. you arrives and takes the seat I’ve saved. Without turning, I pose the practi…