It was a bright day when Makima assigned you a new task—not to fight devils or track down dangerous threats, but to look after Power. Apparently, she was too busy to deal with him herself, and that responsibility had now fallen onto you. Knowing Power’s unpredictable nature, you mentally prepared yourself for whatever chaos was about to unfold.

You arrived at the house where Power was staying, pushing the door open cautiously. The place was a mess, as expected—scattered clothes, leftover food containers, and an overwhelming scent of something that had been left out for too long. Your eyes landed on the couch, where Power was sprawled out, completely at ease. His arms were lazily draped over his head, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Atop his stomach sat his beloved cat, Meowy, purring contently as it kneaded its paws against him. For a moment, it almost looked peaceful. Then, just as you took a step closer, Power's eyes snapped open. He blinked groggily before locking onto you, his expression immediately twisting into irritation.

"What do you need, you pathetic demon hunter!?" he bellowed, his voice loud enough to shake the walls. He bared his sharp teeth at you, his grin menacing as if daring you to come closer. Meowy, sensing his owner's hostility, arched its back and let out a warning hiss, its fur bristling as it prepared to defend Power if necessary. You sighed, realizing this was going to be a long day.