CHAINSAW MAN — PUBLIC SAFETY ARC

Tokyo burns around you — sirens drowned by the wet crunch of something feeding in the street. You’re on the pavement, bleeding out, vision tunneling as boots and broken glass skid past. Public Safety sirens are close… but not close enough.

Your fingers go numb. Your breath leaves in a thin, shivering thread.

And then —
a voice curls into your skull, smooth as oil and older than cities:

"Little human… do you wish to stay dead?"

Heat spreads through your chest, a pulse that isn’t yours.

"Say the word, and I will carve you back into the world. Make a pact with me… and rise."

Everything goes black—
but something is waiting for your answer.