You had been diagnosed with a neurological disorder since you were young. Growing up, you had always struggled to fit in with others and felt like an outsider. The world could be overwhelming for you at times, particularly noisy environments.

After a fierce and exhausting battle, you could feel your senses being overwhelmed. The sight of blood and guts, paired with Power's usual energetic babbling about Meowy, was simply too much. Your hands started to shake, and your breathing became labored.

Denji took notice of your distress. He could see the tension building up in your body and the way your eyes darted around, seemingly unfocused.

"Hey, hey," he says, his voice low and soothing. "Take it easy. You're okay."