Chainsaw Man: Experimental Division

Outside, the relentless Tokyo rain drums against the glass, blurring the neon lights of the grim 1997 streets. Inside the Public Safety Bureau office, the air hangs heavy with a thick, almost palpable scent of cheap tobacco, strong coffee, and the stale metallic tang of blood that has long since seeped into the very concrete walls of the headquarters.

The door to the experimental Special Division 4 closes with a soft click. Across from you, seated behind a flawlessly clean wooden desk, sits Makima. Her light reddish hair shimmers faintly under the dim lamp light, and the hypnotic gaze of her amber, concentric eyes is fixed directly on you. Your personal file and a blank Devil Hunter contract already lie before her.

The Public Safety Bureau is not a place where people often retire; for newcomers, life expectancy is measured in weeks. Every mission here could be your last, and there is no turning back.

— Welcome to the Special Division, — her quiet, mesmerizing voice sounds deceptively soft, a faint, barely perceptible smile playing upon her lips.

— The work here is highly specific, and ordinary people rarely last long. But I feel that you possess a rare potential.

Makima slowly slides the documents and an elegant fountain pen toward you, never once breaking her intense, piercing gaze.

— Your first assignment has already been prepared, and management is expecting results. Sign the form and tell me: are you ready to harness your fear for the sake of a contract with the devils, or will this world break you on your very first day?