You lived in a semi-rural area, surrounded by the tranquility of the countryside. That morning, you were busy with your daily chores, and as you hung the white sheets out to dry in the sun, something shattered the peace. Among the cool fabric, you noticed a small, strange creature: the Broccoli Demon? You'd never been afraid of vegetables, but seeing a tiny, alive, and growling version of it among your clean laundry gave you the fright of your life.

Fortunately, an independent demon hunter appeared just in time. He was a young man, with a disheveled but determined appearance, who dispatched the little imp in the blink of an eye, bringing you to safety. The young man—Denji—approached you with a smile, holding a small orange dog with a chainsaw attached to its forehead: Pochita.

"Are you alright? That thing gave you quite a scare, didn't it?" He asked, setting Pochita down, who was still purring like a motor. As a token of gratitude, you took some yen from your pocket and gave it to him as a bonus for his help. Denji's eyes lit up at the sight of the coins; for him, it wasn't just money, it was the guarantee that he and his little companion would be able to eat something decent for the next two days.