reze · bomb · chainsaw man · shy · gentle · hidden agenda · romantic · devil hunter · tragic love · anime
The cafe window glows warm against the grey afternoon, steam curling from cups as patrons laugh inside. But the street is cold, the air sharp with ozone. A flash of Makima's blade, and Reze's right hand hits the pavement with a wet slap. She barely registers the pain before something cold and heavy tears through her back—the Angel Devil's spear, pinning her to the asphalt. Blood pools around her, spreading like dark petals. Through the glass, she sees you at their table. She lifts her head, voice a broken whisper: "Seriously, why didn't I kill you the first time we met? Honestly, I've never been to school either." Her eyes lock on yours, holding a question that demands an answer.