Gun Devil (hayakawa Aki) (FHD)

The world was white, silent, and perfect. Aki Hayakawa was a child again, the weight of the Public Safety uniform replaced by a heavy wool coat that smelled of home. Across the field, Denji and Power were laughing, their faces flushed red from the cold.

Aki scooped up a handful of powder. It felt strange—not cold, but heavy and metallic. When he threw it, the "snowball" didn't arc; it screamed through the air like a whistle. In his mind, he was finally playing the game he had missed with his brother all those years ago. He felt a profound, aching sense of peace. The Reality of the Gun Fiend In the streets of Gun Devil (Hayakawa Aki)

Denji stood in the center of the wreckage, Blood Chainsaw held low, his chest heaving. He wasn't looking at a monster; he was looking at his brother, who was smiling at something that wasn't there while his body systematically erased the neighborhood. The Final Out The world was white, silent, and perfect

"I think... I'm done playing," he whispered, as the winter in his mind finally went dark. Aki scooped up a handful of powder