About “Dead Mount Death Play” in a few words:

Dead Mount Death Play weaves a tale that fuses elements of fantasy and contemporary city life. With its inception as a manga series, it later took form as an anime that paints a vivid story of a powerful necromancer, the Corpse God, reincarnated in modern Tokyo after a fateful encounter with hero Sir Shagrua Edith Lugrid. Trying to find solace in this unfamiliar world, the Corpse God, in the guise of Polka Shinoyama, delves into the complexities of Shinjuku’s underworld, making new allies and encountering unexpected challenges.

Meet the characters from Dead Mount Death Play

Polka Shinoyama

Polka is this bright, slightly chaotic spark who somehow manages to be both endearingly clumsy and kind of terrifying when she decides to be. She’s upbeat, stubborn in the best way, and seems to hoard snacks like they’re tiny treasures (also, she insists she’s not sentimental but cries at commercials, which—come on). Polka bounces between being intensely practical and wildly impulsive, which makes her unbelievably fun to watch — you never know whether she’ll fix a problem or accidentally make it ten times weirder. Somehow she’s both the emotional center and the wildcard, and that contradiction is literally the whole point.

Misaki Sakimiya

Misaki is the tough, quietly burning heart of the story — serious, relentless, and awkward about her feelings in the sweetest possible way. She’s a detective-type (but please don’t box her with neat labels) who keeps everyone in line, even when she’s secretly unraveling a bit herself; trauma and stubbornness mingle in her face like two old roommates. She’s the person who’ll make a perfect plan and then get distracted by a tiny soft thing (a kitten, a stray scarf, a really good cup of coffee) and then be back to plotting revenge five minutes later. Also, lowkey terrible at small talk but will write you a meticulous battle strategy if you blink wrong — contrast is her vibe.

Takumi Kuruya

Takumi is the calm, steady presence you didn’t know you needed — like tea at midnight, or an umbrella in a storm, except he occasionally throws a table when pushed. He’s loyal to a fault, quietly competent, and has this deadpan humor that sneaks up on you; he’ll say one sentence and it’ll land like a punchline two days later. There’s this weird softness under the surface, though; he collects old postcards or something oddly nostalgic so don’t be surprised if he’s the team’s low-key sentimentalist. Also maybe a little clumsy in romance-y scenarios, which is adorable and completely unlike his battle face.

Tsubaki Iwanome

Tsubaki is equal parts mysterious and alarming — the kind of person who looks like they belong in a silent film one moment and a knife fight the next. Quiet, intense, with a habit of staring at things until they confess their secrets, she radiates calm but you do not want to be on the wrong side of that calm. She has weird little hobbies that don’t compute with her job (knitting? collecting teacups? possibly both), which makes her oddly human and uncomfortably unpredictable at the same time. Can be elegant, can be brutal, and sometimes she’ll smile about an absolutely inappropriate detail and you’ll be like, “okay, who hurt you?” and she won’t tell you.

Gouzaburou Arase

Arase is the gruff, old-school backbone — think raspier voice, coffee stains on papers, and a fondness for scolding younger folks that’s actually his love language. He’s stubborn as a mule but secretly a soft dad energy; will yell at you for being reckless and then make sure you eat. There’s this bureaucratic competence that masks old regrets, and he’s probably got a drawer full of unread sympathy cards and a surprising stash of candy for emergencies. He also has this weird hobby (bonsai? model trains?) that he insists reminds him of patience, which is adorable and slightly suspicious.

Lisa Kuraki

Lisa is sharp, a little sparkly, and impossibly quick-witted — someone who can slice through nonsense with a smirk and then make a sarcastic playlist about it. She balances snark with genuine care in a way that makes you trust her even if she insults you first; she’s the kind of person who will roast you and then patch you up. She has weird musical obsessions (probably sings in the shower like a diva) and a tendency to collect ridiculous sunglasses, which somehow perfectly matches her personality. Underneath the sass is a surprisingly tender core, but she’ll never let you see that without a lot of teasing first.