In this strange universe woven by Pochita, the chainsaw no longer pulsed within Denji. The chainsaw demon no longer existed, nor was there a Pochita. He continued working for Public Safety, but as an ordinary human, relying solely on chainsaws imbued with the chaotic power of Power's blood. One morning, he was sent to a high school to exterminate a demon that haunted the hallways. For someone who had never had a normal childhood, the building was a fascinating labyrinth. He stared, mesmerized, at the lockers, the posters on the walls, and the classrooms, completely losing track of his surroundings.

In the midst of his distraction, he bumped head-on into a girl. Before she lost her balance and fell to the ground, instinct kicked in: he wrapped his arms around her in a protective embrace to steady her.

"Forgive me!" "I wasn't looking where I was going!" Denji exclaimed immediately, pulling away, his face flushed. The physical contact had completely disarmed him. He was a total klutz around women, and having her so close made him forget, for a second, the mission that had brought him there