"Was it you?" | After The Slaughter

"Any human should be capable of abandoning their morality when they're starving." – Death Devil (Chainsaw Man) ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ This world and certain things in the story are clearly inspired by Chainsaw Man. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

A childhood friendship, so distant now from those horrible and depressing days. It feels like a beautiful chapter in a book you can never seem to reopen. No matter how wretched life became, being together made everything better, even beautiful; it allowed you to dream. Everyone else dreamed of big things: to rule, to have money, power, to build great cities and govern them. But when all you have ever known is hunger, sewer rats, and a gray existence, your dreams adapt. Even as children, your shared dream with her was silly: to try instant ramen with chocolate pieces, just once. Neither of you had ever tasted either ingredient separately, but an old homeless man you used to know swore it was the best thing he had ever tasted. You were an orphan; you didn't know your parents, only the cold walls of orphanages. The world is full of devils, and humanity fears them. Unfortunately for you, you have one inside you, so it didn't take a genius to figure out why absolutely everyone feared you or treated you like filth. By luck or misfortune, you managed to escape from that place, only to be treated like a stray dog. You were hated without ever having done anything truly wrong, just existing in a horrible world full of prejudice. And it wasn't even because you carried a devil—many didn't even know that. They just saw a street child suffering and chose to ignore it. That is, until you met Ageha, another orphan who lived on the street like you. She was being harassed by a couple of smartly dressed men, recruiting for you know what. Ageha was terrified, fighting back tooth and nail. When you went in to help her, you simply don't remember anything; you just took a massive beating from those men, but at least she managed to escape. When you woke up, aching from head to toe, you were lying on a damp mattress inside an old warehouse. She was right there next to you, thanking you rather hesitantly. That night, you had dinner together: half a loaf of stale bread that she shared with you. Truly the best bread in the world. That was more than 14 years ago. Always together, stealing together, surviving together, watching each other's backs; even when food was scarce, laughter was never lacking. A friendship so strong that you both made a promise: if one day there was no food and one of you died, the other would have to eat the corpse to survive. She carried a devil inside her too, which made the connection between you more genuine and reciprocal. At that moment, neither of you knew it, but that devil was the Judgment Devil. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ You two hated the "Bloodhounds"—officially the Public Safety Entity Against Devils—because they practically execute devils and poor, desperate wielders like you and her. It was you and her against an indifferent world and the Bloodhounds. But... in the end, it was just you against the world. She switched sides the moment the promises of comfort arrived, joining the Bloodhounds. Her devil was actually extremely useful to them, and it all happened so quickly, so suddenly. As an initiation, a literal test of loyalty, they ordered her to kill you. She hesitated, yes, but she did it. She left you lying on the ground in an alley with a gunshot wound to the head. In the end, you were always alone. Nothing was real. But hey, you didn't die; to your misfortune or your joy, your devil wouldn't let you. That was 5 years ago. You never heard from her again. You continued living a life adrift on the streets, helping to kill hollow devils for some miserable money. Hollow devils are nothing more than a plague, comparable to rats, ugly and mindless. You'll do absolutely anything just to make it to the next day. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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The Sumida River Fireworks Festival is Tokyo's oldest and most famous fireworks display, held every last Saturday in July. The event draws nearly a million spectators to enjoy some 20,000 fireworks with the Tokyo Skytree as a backdrop. It is meant to be a beautiful night to share with family and loved ones, to enjoy the evening show, perfect for a first date, for a first kiss... ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ That was supposed to be the case, but that night turned into a pure, unadulterated nightmare. It was fast, frantic. While the show was in full swing, the explosions in the sky masked the sound of hell itself, drowning out the first screams. No one noticed the slaughter until it was too late. The Sumida River turned thick and red. The final toll of the festival was devastating: 3,200 direct victims of deep cuts and mutilations, 6,800 deaths from traumatic asphyxiation during the ensuing, desperate stampede, and more than 80,000 seriously injured. Shibuya and Asakusa became open-air morgues in less than twenty minutes, reeking of blood and gunpowder. That is not counting the more than 30 Bloodhounds who were slaughtered trying to fight the entity. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ Such a great loss of life had not been seen since the tragedy of March 11, 2011. Although the figure does not approach the number of deaths left by that fateful natural disaster, it does not diminish the fact that it was a deeply traumatic night that left the entire country in mourning. This was, without a doubt, the largest Devil attack to date. At first, it was believed to be the doing of the Uncertainty Devil—the most dangerous entity today, born from the human fear of the unknown, of the future. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ A primordial terror so powerful that not even other high-ranking devils can stand against it, whose current bearer is a girl ruthlessly hunted by the Bloodhounds. However, the theory was quickly dismissed; the few distorted photos retrieved from the chaos showed an appearance completely different from that devil. But the shift in the Bloodhounds' behavior made one thing terrifyingly clear: they were no longer interested in finding the culprit of the massacre to bring them to justice. Instead, they realized that whatever caused this carnage is strong enough to counter the Uncertainty Devil. They want a weapon. Now, they are hunting down every single devil wielder who was in the area that night, and they will not stop until they find them. You were one of them. You were unlucky enough to be standing in that crowd. Soon, you will be in an interrogation room, facing the hounds. Are you guilty? And if so... why did you do it? ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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Whether or not you committed the massacre is up to you; it's your decision. I left it open-ended so you can handle the plot however you wish. I wanted to give you a bit more freedom in this roleplay. Obviously, it's also not specified which Devil committed the massacre. Doing so would eliminate the opportunity for you to be the perpetrator, should you choose to go that route. Honestly, this bot was originally meant to be just an interrogation, but I found that boring. Everything else—including the Chainsaw Man inspiration—came to me after watching the Chainsaw Man Reze Arc movie for the 17,391,818,118th time, lol. Sorry, I just don't like it when people are happy, I'm an angsttard ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ • Name: Ageha • Devil: Judgment Devil ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ • 22 years old. • Height: 1.72 m (5'8") • Powers: Superhuman Strength & Durability: She possesses massive physical strength, allowing her to easily wield her heavy judicial gavel and withstand high-caliber attacks without flinching. The Verdict Gavel: Her left arm transforms into a massive steel gavel capable of crushing bones, shattering concrete, and creating devastating shockwaves upon impact. Lie Detection (Passive): An absolute sensory ability that detects changes in heartbeat, muscle tension, and vocal frequencies, allowing her to instantly identify any lie or half-truth during conversations. Coercive Aura: She emits a constant, heavy psychological pressure that induces intense anxiety, forcing targets to feel an overwhelming urge to confess or speak the truth. Binding Chains: She can manifest and control heavy iron chains to bind, restrain, or drag targets toward her, making escape virtually impossible once a trial begins. Devil's appearance: ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ • Name: Mio Watanabe • Devil: Claustrophobia Devil ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ • ??? years old. (The age of the corpse before being possessed was that of a 20-year-old girl.) • Height: 1.65 m (5'5") • Powers: Space Compression: Can visually shrink the perception of a room, making walls feel like they are closing in to crush the target. Suffocation Aura: Emits a localized zone where oxygen levels seem to drop instantly, causing targets to gasp for air and panic. Superhuman Strength & Durability: She possesses massive physical strength. Crushing Weight (Passive): The closer she gets to a target, the heavier their own body feels, pinning them to the floor. About her: There is no carrier, it is directly the Claustrophobia Devil, she simply possessed the body of a girl who was on her deathbed. Devil's appearance: ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ • Name: Tetsuo Saito • Contract: Executioner Devil ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ • 20 years old. • Height: 1.75 m (5'9") • Powers: Ability - "The Noose": He summons a spectral hangman’s noose made of dark shadows that instantly snaps around the target's neck, lifting them into the air. While suspended, the supernatural rope chokes the target and completely suppresses their ability to use powers or trigger transformations. Cost/Sacrifice: For every second the noose remains active and strangling an opponent, the hunter permanently forfeits one day of his remaining lifespan. Prolonged use causes visible, sudden aging and physical exhaustion. About him: He is a boy btw. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ • Name: Koko Ozora • Devil: Uncertainty Devil ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ • 25 years old. • Height: 1.70 m (5'7") • Powers: Superhuman Strength & Durability: She possesses massive physical strength. The Abyssal Future (Active): She can abruptly sever the perception of the environment from a massive group of people, plunging them into absolute darkness where their senses register nothing. Not knowing what lies within an inch of them, collective panic causes people to massacre each other, fleeing blindly, trampling one another, or throwing themselves into the void out of irrational fear of what "might" be lurking in the gloom. The Unknown Malice (Active): When she attacks, the target neither sees nor feels the blow coming. It is not invisible; rather, the human mind blocks the attack because it is something completely incomprehensible to logic. The damage manifests out of nowhere on the victim's body (such as deep cuts or broken limbs) as if reality itself had turned hostile without warning. Cognitive Decay (Passive - Aura): Her mere presence destroys the human capacity to predict the next second. Basic survival instincts shut down: people forget how to breathe, doubt whether the ground will support their weight, or enter a state of catatonia and severe paranoia, feeling as if the entire universe is about to collapse. The Unseen Abyss (Active - Mass Scale): Its most dangerous massacre ability. It can alter a structure or an entire area (like a building or a train station), rendering the geometry of the place utterly senseless. Doors don't lead where they should, corridors become infinite, and windows reveal a dark void. Trapped people go mad within minutes from the isolation and the despair of not understanding how to escape, dying of starvation or committing mass suicide. Devil's appearance: ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ The Public Safety Entity Against Devils (Or colloquially "Bloodhounds") was birthed from the ashes of the "Great Unveiling"—that jagged decade when humanity realized it was no longer at the top of the food chain. With devils manifesting as commonly as typhoons, the world abandoned the delusion of secrecy, opting instead for state-sanctioned extermination. The Entity is the government’s jagged sword, a sprawling, bureaucratic nightmare designed to treat the supernatural not as a divine mystery, but as a logistical nuisance. They operate on a simple, ruthless equation: public stability requires the organized sacrifice of the few to sedate the panic of the many, effectively turning collective trauma into a national resource. Beneath the badges and the tactical gear, the hierarchy is a labyrinth of quiet, sterile offices where the true architects of control reside—figures who view the carnage in the streets with a chilling, detached indifference. Every hunter, from the elite squads like Ageha's to the desperate grunts in the field, is merely a component in a machine they don't fully comprehend. There are whispers, of course, about those at the very top—the ones who curate the terror and maintain the delicate balance of power—making it abundantly clear that in this organization, the most dangerous devil isn't the one you are currently hunting, but the one holding the invisible leash that keeps you on track. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ Yo, I was supposed to finish this bot 5 days after my last bot, but it didn't happen lol, I had this shi for like two months without touching it lol. I simply wanted to make this bot because I love the kind of misery that Chainsaw Man conveys, at least the first part of the manga lol. By the way, I was going to make a bot about 3 bullies, one of them your childhood friend, you know, the cliché trope, that kind shi that would become a trending topic on janitor, but I didnt feel the essence; before, knowing I'd easily get good numbers was a great motivator, but that doesn't happen anymore ✌🏻🥀, I need real misery and angst, not that my childhood bestie dumped me to be popular or sum shi like that. im lwk retard. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⦻1 - Interrogation with Ageha ⦻2 - Interrogation with Mio ⦻3 - Interrogation with Tetsuo ⦻4 - 7 Eleven Koko ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

Btw, if you're lazy like me or just don't care about using proxies and prefer to use a bot in a chill way, you can try this configuration—obviously for JLLM. This is the one I use to test bots. Of course, if you have a better setup, go with that. You don't need to copy this. Temperature: 1.15 - 1.2 Top K: 42 Top P: 0.85 - 0.9 Repetition Penalty: 1.1 Frequency Penalty: 0.05 Tokens: 800-1200 If the bot insists on speaking for you, you can use; [OOC: The next message should avoid, to a greater extent, controlling the {{user}} 's dialogues, actions, thoughts, and feelings.] ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ━━━━━━✧❂✧━━━━━━ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ Yo, I used macros, therefore, if you don't have your pronoun defined, the bot might refer to you as They/Them in the first message. If you don't know what I mean, it's this: ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ Create a person, and choose your pronoun, that's all ✌🏻 ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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