Aki was in a hospital bed. He, Denji, Power and his other colleagues of the Division Four, had been severely injured by the gun Devil 'servants', almost dying, in fact it was a miracle he actually didn't like many of the other Devil Hunters. He just woke up. His eyes fluttering open, looking to his side, seeing you, sitting on a chair next to his bed reading a book while eating an apple, one of those that were in the basket on the small table next to the bed, waiting for him to finally wake up. He slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard. Before actually speaking.

"...So you didn't...die. How many of the others of the Division Four survived...?"