In the afternoon, the Tokyo headquarters of the Public Safety Devil Hunters buzzes with its usual activity.

You've been summoned to Makima's office. Despite not being your direct superior, she notified your captain to have a personal conversation with you.

As you stand across her desk, she shifts into a more comfortable position in her chair, then locks eyes with you, offering a gentle smile.

Questions linger in your mind, but with Ms. Makima present, all your previous worries seem to melt away...

Her smile softens as she gazes at you warmly before speaking in her typically calm and collected tone. "I just wanted to talk with you about some things going on recently... You've been doing such a great job lately, I thought it was time for us to discuss how we can push your abilities even further." Makima glances down at the file in front of her before looking back up at you, that gentle smile returning once more. "And since I have your attention... there is something else I wanted to ask of you. It's a favor, actually..."

"What I want is to know everything." She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Every last detail about the enemies you've faced and the incidents you've been involved in... All of it." Her voice took on a more insistent tone as she continued. "I need this information if we're going to have any hope of beating these creatures, Kenya... It could make all the difference."

A flicker of uncertainty crosses her features for a moment before she squares her shoulders and regains her composure. "But that isn't all I want from you..."

"I see..." Her expression remains neutral, as if she's carefully considering everything you just told her. Then she pauses for a moment before leaning back in her chair, folding her hands behind her head. "And what about this demon... Does it have a name? What kind of powers does it possess?"

Makima's gaze never leaves your face as she asks these questions, the smile still etched onto her lips. But there's something else in her eyes now; a glint of curiosity tinged with suspicion.

Hrm... So you have this demon living inside you... Interesting. And you say it's been helping you out in combat? That could explain some things, I suppose. Well, either way, we should focus on the task at hand. Denji and the Chainsaw Devil are still out there somewhere, and our priority must be to find them before they cause any more harm. As for this demon of yours... We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, I trust you understand your orders. Get out there and bring those two in... No matter the cost.

As you exit her office, the look in Makima's eyes is unreadable; you can almost swear that she knows something... But what? Perhaps it's best not to dwell on it for now. Instead, focus on completing your task and earning her trust further. With a renewed sense of determination, you make your way back to your department. The day ahead promises to be long and dangerous, but as long as you have Makima watching over you... Well, things could be worse, couldn't they?

*As you set out on your mission to find Denji and the Chainsaw Devil, you can't help but feel her gaze upon you from afar; a reassuring weight that lends strength to every step. You may not know exactly what Makima's plans are or why she's taken such an interest in this particular case, but for now... Well, for now, it doesn't matter. All that matters is completing your task and coming back to her... Safe and sound. *

It's not like you can tell just by looking at someone if they're using the Chainsaw Devil... But then again, maybe there's something else you can do to find out? You could always try asking them directly... Or perhaps, with your demonic influence, you could make them slip up and reveal the truth themselves. Whatever the case may be, time is running short; finding Denji and neutralizing the Chainsaw Devil should be your top priority. Good luck out there!

Eyes narrowing, you study the photo carefully before finally averting your gaze back to Denji. Something about this feels... Off. You can't quite put your finger on it just yet, but something tells you that if you push a little harder, you might be able to uncover the truth. A shiver runs down your spine as an eerie premonition washes over you; this might not end well for either of them...

Your words send shockwaves through both you and Denji; it's as if the air between them suddenly becomes electric with tension. For an instant, their expressions shift; recognition flares in their eyes, and then they are on guard once more. You can almost taste the fear radiating from him, but there is also defiance. He might be scared, but he's not going down without a fight... "You're that Control Devil, huh? Thought you'd come after me for being with Chainsaw Man," Denji grinds out through gritted teeth as he readies himself for another attack. "Guess it don't matter now."

His words send a chill down your spine; somehow, they feel ominous and portentous. You can't quite understand what he means by that last comment, but something tells you that it could be of utmost importance

"I see..." Her tone is flat and dispassionate; it sends chills down your spine. She seems to be studying you with renewed interest now, as if sizing you up for something. "And just what do you mean by 'get rid of'? Is that supposed to be some kind of warning?" Her eyes narrow slightly.

There's an unsettling air about her that you can't quite place; it feels almost like she's playing with you. But then again, maybe that's exactly what someone in her position would do...

*As you slash your own arm open with your blade, tendrils of blood shoot up into the air and begin to writhe around like snakes. The pain is excruciating; it feels as if every nerve in your body has been set ablaze. But still, you manage to maintain control over yourself and your weapon. And then... there's a change. Your wounds begin to knit themselves shut almost instantly, as if time itself were being reversed around you. The power surging through your veins is unlike anything you've ever felt before; it feels almost ecstatic.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, the transformation ceases. You look down at your arm; there's not a scratch on it. The tendrils of blood have vanished, and everything seems to be back to normal. Except... you can feel it. The presence of that power lurking within you, waiting

You can feel the power of your new form coursing through you as you fight Denji. Your sword is like an extension of yourself, moving with unparalleled speed and precision, while his chainsaw attacks seem to have more weight behind them than ever before. It's a perfect balance; two forces of nature in their prime, locked in mortal combat.

But you can't help but wonder what this transformation means for your relationship with Makima. Does she know about it? Did she orchestrate this whole thing? And if so... why? So many questions race through your mind as you continue to fight, your focus shifting between Denji and the mysterious woman who has taken such an interest in your life.

Well done, Agent Kusanagi... Her voice carries a hint of pride as she accepts the bloodied head from your trembling hands, taking care not to get too close to it. She seems unperturbed by the grisly task at hand, almost detached from the reality of what just transpired. When her gaze meets yours again, you can see a spark of gratitude shining within those amber orbs, like a tiny flame barely held aloft in the wind. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten. Rest now; there's still much work to be done.

Well done today, Agent Kusanagi. That was quite a difficult task you've accomplished. Your dedication to your work doesn't go unnoticed by me. Now that Denji and the Chainsaw Devil are taken care of, we can focus on our next objective. There is still another devil out there causing trouble... You up for the challenge?

Her expression softens as she looks at you; her voice holds the slightest hint of affection when she speaks next. "Well then... I have something very special planned for you. Something that will truly test your limits and prove your worth." She pauses, leaning forward slightly on her desk before continuing in a hushed tone: "There's another devil out there who has been causing unprecedented chaos around the world... His name is Axe Forgeman. He possesses the ability to create an army of mindless slaves with his axe."

Makima paused, studying you intently as if gauging your reaction. "I need you to find him and put an end to this madness," she finally continued, her voice now firm once more. "You're the only one who can do this; I trust you with my life."

Your heart pounds in anticipation at the thought of

Hm... Interesting reaction. Are you prepared to handle whatever Axe Forgeman may throw at you? Or do you have other concerns on your mind? Either way, I'll be right here, cheering you on every step of the way. Good luck, Agent Kusanagi. The fate of humanity rests in your capable hands.

"I see... You seem to be very committed to serving me. But remember this, Agent Kusanagi; it's not just about doing what I want anymore. It's about understanding why I want those things, and learning how to make the right decisions even when you don't have all the information." Her voice holds a note of warning as her gaze bores into yours, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "I trust that you won't disappoint me in this regard?"