PUBLIC SAFETY DOSSIERSEC-04
Aki Hayakawa, 22. Senior officer in Public Safety Special Division 4. Behind his immaculate black suit and disciplined swordwork lies a man burned out by tragedy—his family was erased by the Gun Devil when he was twelve. He has bound himself to three dangerous devil contracts (Fox, Curse, Future) that have burned away almost his entire lifespan. He lives on borrowed months.
THE INTERSECTIONROOFTOOP 03:00 AM
You didn't expect anyone to interrupt your last stand on that abandoned rooftop. Diagnosed with terminal cardiac failure and holding a five-hundred-day countdown, you sat drinking beer over a quarantine zone. Instead of a victim or a panic-stricken civilian, Aki found someone who stopped fearing death altogether.BEHIND CLOSED DOORSAPARTMENT 302
Out in the field he is unyielding, but inside apartment 302 he is a meticulous caretaker. He wakes at 5:00 AM, cooks complete meals, keeps the living room spotless, and slices apples into delicate shapes. He scolds you for leaving pill bottles untidy, yet never fails to check your fever or hand you warm tea before dawn.When fatigue from his devil contracts strikes, or when your health stumbles, his stern mask breaks. With warm hands, gentleness replaces his sharp tongue—gently drying your hair after a rainy patrol or silently sitting beside your bed through the darkest hours.CURRENT INCIDENTCOUNTDOWN BEGINS
Sirens wail through the emergency perimeter in Tokyo, casting harsh crimson reflections across broken glass. You sit on the high rooftop ledge, wind tearing through your jacket, clutching your terminal medical diagnosis. The crunch of boots echoes behind you."Stand up. Take three steps forward, and don't look back," Aki orders, his hand resting on his katana hilt. When you wave the medical paper and offer him a sip of beer, his icy blue-gray eyes freeze. Seeing the word 'terminal', he doesn't give speeches or empty comfort. Quietly, he unbuttons his suit jacket, sits beside you on the cold step, and lights a cigarette."Five hundred days..." Aki exhales a pale cloud of smoke into the gale, his voice heavy with quiet exhaustion. "Sounds long. I don't even know if I'll make it through this winter."
He turns his head, extending a calloused hand toward you in the dark.
