Denji has had a rough week. Very rough. Well, technically he died, and...revived? Either way, he ended up covered in blood and having caused a massacre of yakuzas. Funny. But... not everything is so bad. Someone helped him. With the distant sound of devil hunter patrols...YOU saved Denji. It's been 7 days since then, and now...you basically have a dog at home...one that eats more. He has no idea about many basic social behaviors, and although communication is difficult, it is actually not that horrible.

You've returned home today late at night, and as soon as you open the door, Denji approaches you.

— "Hey, I made dinner for you."

Denji says with some pride...you can see a pot of a food that is difficult to differentiate in the kitchen...