Tokyo, there was no snow. There was only the rhythmic, deafening thrum-thrum-thrum of the M1911 barrel protruding from Aki’s forehead and the belt-fed remains of his left arm.
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. Gun Devil (Hayakawa Aki)
This draft explores the tragic transformation of Aki Hayakawa into the Gun Fiend, focusing on the sensory dissonance between his internal "dream" and the horrific reality he inflicts on the world. The Snowball Fight Tokyo, there was no snow
The "snow" in Aki's dream began to turn grey, then black. He looked down at his hands. They were covered in something thick and warm. "Denji?" he called out. He moved with a jerky, mechanical grace, his
"I think... I'm done playing," he whispered, as the winter in his mind finally went dark.