Every time "Aki" threw a snowball in his dream, the Gun Fiend discharged a volley that leveled city blocks. He moved with a jerky, mechanical grace, his eyes vacant and weeping. He wasn't hunting Public Safety hunters; he was just trying to "tag" his friends.
The world was white, silent, and perfect. Aki Hayakawa was a child again, the weight of the Public Safety uniform replaced by a heavy wool coat that smelled of home. Across the field, Denji and Power were laughing, their faces flushed red from the cold. Gun Devil (Hayakawa Aki)
Denji stood in the center of the wreckage, Blood Chainsaw held low, his chest heaving. He wasn't looking at a monster; he was looking at his brother, who was smiling at something that wasn't there while his body systematically erased the neighborhood. The Final Out Every time "Aki" threw a snowball in his