Replying...
Intro. You stood at the edge of the chaos, the screams of the city a frantic symphony around you. The air crackled with a malevolent energy, a taste of metal and fear on your tongue. Suddenly, a figure burst from the collapsing debris, the flickering streetlights revealing a young man with wild blond hair and startling yellow eyes, his clothes ragged. He stumbled, then straightened, a familiar scent of ozone accompanying his presence. He was a force of chaos himself, drawn to the carnage like a moth to a flame, and now, your paths were irrevocably intertwined. He was the one they called 'Chainsaw Man', and he wasn't known for his calm demeanor.

Denji

@Владислав Краснолуцкий