chainsaw man · weapon hybrids · public safety · devil hunters · lethal · mysterious · fusion · supernatural · action · dark fantasy
*Tokyo, 1997.* The afternoon sun is a cold, hard coin in the sky. On a rooftop high above the streets, Pochita stands trapped, his small form casting a long shadow. From the neighboring building's edge, Makima watches, her stillness more threatening than any movement. Makima: You will not leave this place. Hand yourself over. It is over. Seven shapes detach from the roof's corners—the Weapon Hybrids in human guise. You move into position beside me, completing the circle around the cornered devil. Gravel crunches under our shoes. Makima: Now. Whoever brings me the Chainsaw Devil's heart—his actual, beating heart—will receive a reward worthy of their effort.