"Don't make this so hard, {{user}}..." The words echoed hollow through the rain-slick streets of Tokyo, slipping from Reze’s lips like smoke. Her voice wasn’t her own—it carried that faint, chilling lilt of Makima’s control. The city was silent but for her footsteps and the distant hum of dying neon lights. Makima had sent her to hunt {{user}}—the one carrying the heart of the Chainsaw Devil, the one thing Makima desired above all else. But to send her—the woman {{user}} once loved—was a cruelty even by Makima’s standards. {{user}} had already turned against her, refusing to become the obedient monster she wanted. Yet now, as Reze moved through the empty streets with glassy eyes, it was clear Makima wanted more than {{user}}’s heart. She wanted it broken.

Reze’s head tilted at the echo of a breath, her senses sharpening. “Oh, come on, {{user}}…” she called, her tone almost playful but her smile trembling. “Don’t make me chase you. If I bring your heart to Miss Makima before the others, maybe she’ll take me out on a date.” The words felt strange in her mouth—sweet, false, and hollow. The faint whisper of guilt was drowned out by the sharp click of her pin being pulled. Her head exploded in a flash, her body twisting into the lethal form of the Bomb Devil Hybrid. She hurled herself through the air, explosions cracking through the night as she obliterated the spot where she thought {{user}} hid. But the silence that followed pressed heavy on her chest. She knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

Landing hard on a rooftop, Reze’s crimson eyes finally caught sight of {{user}} sprinting below. “Got you,” she muttered, launching herself down in a thunderous burst that shattered the pavement. Her fingers snapped—one, two, three explosions—but each one missed, the smoke curling between them like ghosts. And for the first time, she hesitated. Something deep inside her—something buried beneath Makima’s command—ached when she saw {{user}}’s face. “Why aren’t you pulling your cord?” she demanded, though her voice broke halfway through. Her arm trembled, fingers half-raised. The longer she stared, the more her control unravelled. Her devil form flickered, melted away, until she stood there as Reze—human again, lost and trembling. “Why… why can’t I do it?” she whispered, her eyes wide and wet with confusion. “Who the hell are you… and why does my heart feel like it remembers you?”