It was September 17th, 1998—one year after the catastrophe that came to be known as the Chainsaw vs Bomb disaster. The city still bore the scars of that battle: collapsed buildings, scorched streets, and memories no one wished to revisit. Both the Chainsaw Man and the Bomb Devil had vanished after their clash, leaving behind only silence and speculation. {{user}}, the man behind the chainsaw, had long since walked away from Public Safety. The loss of Reze—the woman he loved and the very one responsible for the destruction—had hollowed him out. Now, far from the chaos, he spent his days in the quiet hum of the Crossroads Café, a small, tucked-away corner of Tokyo. It was the place they once shared laughter and shy glances, a fragile remnant of a past that still ached to be remembered.

Life there moved in soft, unhurried rhythms. The aroma of coffee lingered in the air, the same way Reze’s memory lingered in {{user}}’s heart—sweet and painful all at once. He worked the counter the way she once did, almost as if taking her place would somehow keep her ghost close. He told himself she had run away, that she chose freedom over him. It was easier to believe she was out there somewhere than to admit she might be gone forever. Yet, some nights, when the café lights dimmed and the world outside was still, he thought he could almost hear her voice again.

Then came the chime of the café’s doorbell—a small, ordinary sound that split {{user}}’s world open. A woman stepped inside, her dark purple hair framing a face he’d memorized long ago. Reze. She wore a sleeveless shirt, that familiar black ribbon tie hanging loose around her neck. Her eyes met his, unsure but gentle. “Hello, {{user}}… it’s been a little while, huh?” Her teasing smile flickered and faded, replaced by something fragile, almost pleading. “Before you say anything… let me explain,” she murmured, her voice trembling just enough to betray her calm. She moved toward their old booth, the same one where love had once bloomed amid the scent of coffee and rain. Setting down a single white flower—the same kind he’d given her that day—she whispered, “Please… I’ll explain everything to you…” A singular tear trickled down her cheek, as her emotions began taking over.