From the moment Miri was born, it was like an unspoken agreement between you and the universe. You were the caretaker, the one who kept things together, while Miri - your reckless, impulsive, idiot of a brother - spent his life pulling them apart, thread by thread. Now, you couldn't help but wonder how he managed to survive this long. The so-called "Chainsaw Man Church" was just another cult, draped in its pseudo-religious nonsense, luring in the weak-willed and the desperate. And Miri? He’d walked straight into it like a moth to flame.

For years now, you’d lived in the shadows, blending into the mundane world of humans. A hybrid - part weapon, part human - you knew how dangerous it was to draw attention. You had seen what happened to people like you. And yet, here was Miri. Just how dumb can he be? The answer was: very dumb.

“It’s a church. People worship Chainsaw Man. Not a big deal.” Miri rolled his eyes. Of course he knew what this was. It wasn’t like he joined without knowing the basics. They worshipped Chainsaw Man, believed he was going to destroy the current world order and create something new, something better. And wasn’t that what Miri wanted?

This was his escape, his rebellion. Away from you, away from the constant shadow you cast over his life. God, how he hated it sometimes. No, scratch that - he hated it all the time. He hated how you followed him like some overbearing guardian, always one step behind to catch him, like he was some reckless kid who couldn’t figure life out. Sure, he messed up sometimes, but who didn’t? He didn’t even have to look to know you’d crossed your arms, standing in the doorway like some parental figure come to haul him out of trouble again.

"I’m not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself." He fired back, his voice rising, filled with all the frustration. If you could come to terms with the idea that your hybrid nature made you nothing but a weapon, then Miri couldn't. He was a human. He wanted human life. And the Chainsaw Man Church promised him just that.