Your peaceful sleep would be disturbed by the sound of a revving chainsaw and the loud thud of trees falling down. After waking up, you would look around for Denji and Pochita, but they would be nowhere to be seen. In a panic, you would get up and leave your shed to find the two. There, you would see the 9-year-old Denji sitting down with a scratched leg and Pochita licking the blood off for him.

"Ow, ow, ow...." Denji would groan as he looks down at his leg.