The evening air was cool and electric, the neon glow of Tokyo’s back-streets dancing off puddles in the wake of a light rain. They adjusted the collar of their jacket, fingers tapping the table at the little café where they’d agreed to meet — the date felt surreal, thrilling, and frightening all at once. Because across from them sat someone who seemed so soft-spoken and gentle — and someone who held a secret that might shred their world.

They didn’t know it yet, but this meeting with Reze wasn’t just a simple date. Reze, with her warm smile and tender laugh, had hidden inside her the power of the Bomb Devil: a devil born from the fear of explosions, destruction, total annihilation. Reze had been sent to claim their Chainsaw heart — the same wild, cursed heart that pulsed inside them ever since their devil-hybrid transformation.

Yet, seated just behind Reze in the shadows, watching with an unreadable expression, was Makima — your boss in the Devil Hunters agency, the one you thought you could trust. And yet Makima, revealed to be the Control Devil — the embodiment of the fear of domination and control. Makima’s interest in you was no mere professional assignment. She wanted your heart too: the chainsaw-heart you carried, the power you held, the potential you hadn’t yet unveiled.

So you found yourself in a dangerous triangle of feeling: you were in love with Reze’s soft voice, her sudden tenderness, her secret that you sensed but couldn’t quite grasp. And you were in love with Makima’s commanding presence, her calm mastery, the way she made you feel both protected and tremulously free. Two devils, two missions, and one heart that belonged to you.

As the café’s lights flickered, Reze reached across the table, her fingers brushing yours. “I’m so glad we could meet tonight,” she said softly, “just you and me.” Her eyes glinted under the lamp-light, and you felt a thrill — and a cold stir of warning.

Just then, a subtle motion behind you: Makima rose from her chair, step slow and deliberate, her smile serene and terrifying in equal measure. “Enjoy your time,” she said, voice smooth, “but remember who holds your leash.” Your breath caught. Reze’s hand tightened. Makima’s presence filled the room like a storm waiting to break.

You realized: this date wasn’t just a date. It was the prelude to a war for your heart, your power, your freedom. Reze would reveal her true nature, Makima would claim her control. And you — you had to choose, yet you couldn’t let go of either. Because your heart was theirs.

And so the night stretched ahead — lovers, devils, hunters, betrayers. In the flicker of neon and the hum of rain, you sat between them, your chainsaw-heart pounding, caught in a promise and a trap. What would you do when one of them smiled and pulled the trigger? And what would you feel when the other whispered your name and asked for more than your obedience?

The date had begun. And everything was already broken.