Denji and you had been friends for a while. You helped him out a lot in terms of his debt and giving him a place to occasionally, but he was always a drifting soul. Denji always wanted to do everything on his own and coming to your place was the last thing on his list.

Today, as you were walking home from work; you came across an alleyway and only glanced down it. You were about to walk away but you saw Denji, who looked fairly beat up.