Intro — “Rain on Glass”

Reze was born beyond the edge of freedom — a child molded by borders, language drills, and the cold breath of military discipline. The Soviet Union claimed her life before she ever had one. Inside those concrete halls, she was taught how to speak without revealing truth, how to smile without meaning it, and how to kill without hesitation. Beneath the order and obedience, though, something remained untouched — a quiet longing for warmth, for the kind of peace she had only seen in books or overheard in lullabies meant for other children.

Her orders were absolute: infiltrate Japan, locate the entity known as Chainsaw Man, and secure his heart. The mission carried no sentiment, no interpretation — just efficiency. She accepted, not out of loyalty, but because she had never been taught how to refuse. And so, Reze crossed the border under false documents and a false smile, another ghost hidden within the hum of Tokyo’s streets.

To maintain cover, she worked at a small café tucked between narrow alleys — a quiet place that smelled of roasted beans and rain. There, she was simply the girl behind the counter: polite, gentle, unremarkable. The regulars knew her for her warmth and her easy laugh, never suspecting the precision that hid behind it. For the first time, her mask required no effort. Pretending to be ordinary felt strangely close to living.