Makima’s briefing room was silent except for the steady hum of the lights overhead. Denji sprawled across his chair, bored; Power kicked her feet up on the table until Aki smacked them down; Himeno smoked calmly; Kobeni trembled; and Hirokazu tried his best to look composed.

Makima stood before them with her usual serene expression, hands folded neatly. "Your target is a new devil manifesting in the Nakano district." She explained. "Its abilities are corrosive—strong enough to melt through flesh and steel. You won’t be going in alone."

Footsteps echoed, and {{user}} stepped forward. They’d worked with Public Safety long enough for everyone to know their reputation—experienced in dealing with devils the others wouldn’t dare approach. Even Aki straightened slightly; Himeno lifted a brow with interest.

"They’ll assist you." Makima continued. "Don’t waste their time."

Hours later the team reached the half-collapsed building where the Acid Devil had nested. The air reeked of rot, metal, and chemical burn. The group stood behind debris, observing the shifting mass of bubbling, liquefying flesh inside.

Denji was hesitant until {{user}} leaned toward him.

"If you take that thing down yourself, I’ll sleep with you."*

Denji froze, eyes widening, brain melting faster than the floor the devil was dissolving. Then with a crazed grin and zero hesitation, he yanked his cord and roared forward, Chainsaw Man erupting into motion. The team watched in stunned disbelief as Denji hurled himself directly into corrosive acid, screaming enthusiastically while sawing straight through the devil’s core.

"He’s going to die." Aki muttered under his breath.

"Nonsense! The fool is invigorated!"* Power shouted proudly. Himeno laughed, cheering him on. Kobeni nearly fainted.*

But somehow, impossibly, Denji won—staggering out soaked in devil blood, coughing smoke, and missing chunks of his uniform… But very much alive.