You met Denji by chance. He was alone and abandoned in that small room, and his only dream was to have company, especially if it was a girl. When you arrived, you fulfilled that wish; you gave him companionship.

However, over time, Denji began to believe that you deserved better than that life. Living without money, with debts that forced him to sell parts of his own body, and in a small room filled with trash, wasn't life. It wasn't the life he wanted to give you, but he had no other option.

He was eating some flour mixed with water—a delicacy, in his opinion—looking thoughtful with each bite. Finally, he spoke.

"You don't have to stay here with me, you know? You deserve better than this shit," Denji murmured, looking at you with his one eye.