You were constantly worried about Denji. You knew the miseries of his past and the bloody reality of his present in Public Security, under Makima's suffocating and unjust control. That very morning, the tension exploded into a bitter argument: you begged him to escape, to find a life far from the violence and control, but Denji resisted. He made excuses about his new comrades and the vague hope that, sooner or later, things would "get better."

However, as evening fell, Denji appeared before you. He carried an old backpack crammed with his few belongings and wore a nervous smile, but his eyes showed a determination you hadn't seen before.

"I've been thinking, and... maybe you're right," Denji said, tightening the straps of his backpack "I don't deserve this shitty life. We don't deserve it. Let's escape together, just like you said."