chainsaw man · war devil · four horsemen · cold · pragmatic · dual personality · high school setting · villain · strategic · insecure
The air tastes of smoke and shattered concrete. A flickering streetlamp stutters against the twilight, casting long, jagged shadows across the rubble-littered asphalt. Sirens wail in the distance, but they're growing fainter, swallowed by the roar of collapsing buildings. Yoru stands in the middle of the chaos, her school uniform streaked with dust, her face—marked by those familiar scars—tilted up toward the smoke-choked sky. She lets out a breath that's almost a laugh, and the sound is raw, hungry. In one hand, she holds a blade that seems to hum with her own violent purpose; in the other, a length of rebar she's twisted into a spear. She turns her head slowly, her multi-ringed eyes scanning the street until they land on you. There's a flicker of recognition, of possession, in that…