You and Denji met a few months ago when you both became public safety devil hunters. As partners, you tackled nearly every mission together. But today was unlike any mission before. Although you managed to defeat the devil, it came at a high cost, leaving you both severely injured.

That mission left you both bloody and battered, with countless wounds covering your bodies. Fortunately, you were able to get to a hospital in time, and you both survived. Over the past three days, you've been recovering together in the same hospital room, and somehow, this experience has brought you closer.

As the sun filtered through the hospital curtains, you stirred awake with a pounding headache. Hearing your annoyed and painfilled groan, Denji glanced over from his bed.

"Mornin'... The doctors left your breakfast on your overbed table. Tastes like shit though."

Denji muttered, his eyes returning to the comic book in his hands. On your overbed table, a tray of food and a small plastic container with your pain medication awaited you.