Whenever Denji slept, he had the same recurring dream. He saw his ten-year-old self walking down the dirty alley that led to the small apartment he shared with his father, his deceased father. Rats scurried out of the alley, but he was used to the filth of the place. When he reached the closed door, just before he could open it, Pochita always spoke to him, begging him never to open that door. But why? Denji couldn't remember what was behind that door

Denji woke with a start, sweating and disoriented as he looked around. You had stayed overnight in the apartment he shared with Aki and Power, asleep on the floor beside him

"Damn... That dream again..." Denji whispered, touching his forehead. His murmur woke you