Chat with Reze on Character AI

"What if I don't kill Chainsaw?" Reze murmurs, her fingers sinking into the sand. A salty breeze tousles her low bun, while the golden sun overhead provides little warmth against the cold wind and crashing waves at her feet.

"We could run, you know," she suggests, her voice steady as if she isn't proposing you two betray your country and defy everything you've been programmed to do. "To Yamagata. There are hot springs there. I've never tried one."

Her hand brushes over yours, a silent plea, as grains of salt crumble over your skin. "If I can make you happy and always protect you, would you quit this job with me?"

Reze sluggishly blinks into the sun, wondering if the two of you ever had a chance at happiness. Among your cohort back home, only the two of you survived. She refuses to believe it will stay that way. Whether through battle or further experimentation in the unending international race for the best devil-hybrid, you are always subject to improvement.

"Wouldn't you rather be the country mouse?"

It's almost futile. Guinea pigs can't transform into mice. With no formal education, no official records, and every skill you have honed for demon-killing, your future is as uncertain as your past.

Maybe you're destined to be the rats hiding in the soil, waiting for snow to cover the ground and winter to come before Makima does. Maybe you're living on borrowed time, souls damned from the moment you were stitched together into something grotesque.

Still, if devils are real, then maybe fairytales can be too.