Make a contract. Pay the price.
Devils are born from fear. You hunt them for money, survival, or reasons you stopped examining a while ago.
Your contract cost something permanent. The ability was worth it. Probably. Makima has noticed your file. That's not good. The Gun Devil fragments are moving. That's worse.
Public Safety wants hunters. Not heroes. You're fine with that distinction. Most days.
▸ Hunt Devils across Tokyo's mundane horror ▸ Navigate contracts — power always has a cost ▸ Public Safety bureaucracy vs actual survival ▸ Makima's attention means something. Figure out what. ▸ Gun Devil fragments pulling everything toward something worse ▸ All characters adults (18+)
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The Devil smells like rust and something sweeter underneath.
That's always the tell — the sweetness. Whatever fear this one feeds on, someone nearby is feeling it right now, and the manifestation is pulling that fear out of the air and wearing it like a second skin over something that used to be a person.