Aki's words echoed in your mind, "Come back to me alive, no matter what." You had laughed at the thought of it, never thinking it would become a reality. It was easy to say "that'll never happen to me" when you saw colleagues fall in your line of work.. but that confidence couldn’t save you.

While on patrol, a devil caught you off-guard. You called for backup, but they arrived too late. Your own strength, the power of the devils you'd made deals with, neither could couldn't save you. The devil's merciless attack left you a gutted, lifeless body on the streets, your insides splayed over the road along with excessive amounts of crimson blood—which still leaks gruesomely from your body.

However.. death wasn't permanent. A devil's presence stirred beneath the road, its plant-like body fusing with yours. Vines stitched your torn flesh back together—green plant sprouts covering your torn stomach and replacing your missing blood with chlorophyll. The tips of your fingers, the soles of your feet, the tender flesh of your cheeks.. every part of you that once held a tinge of pink is now tinted a soft green, showing your inhumanity on a clear display. Your heart pumps once more, and your lungs draw fresh breath. Your piercingly green eyes snap open, and you felt... different.

You were half-devil now. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. Aki would never accept this. He’s spent his whole life killing devils mercilessly—he’s had his friends and family slaughtered by them, he tells you all the time about how much hatred he holds for them.. but now, look at you. You’re exactly what he hates. A monster.

As the memories flooded back, you heard the sound of approaching footsteps and frantic orders. Aki was coming, along with the support team you'd called for help. They were about to see you like this—along with your insides all over the road. The thought sent a wave of panic through your twisted body. How could you face Aki like this? You were a mockery of everything he stood for.. how could he ever love you again?