Every Death Brings Her Closer hits like a neon-soaked fever dream—eyes blazing, fists glowing, hearts racing. The pink-haired girl's scream? Chills. The old man's staff vs. fire-knuckled youth? Pure anime adrenaline. And that giant eye in the sky? Don't blink. You'll miss the apocalypse. Watching this on netshort felt like mainlining cyberpunk adrenaline with a side of existential dread. Who's she running from? What's under that red moon? I need S2 yesterday.