You knew something was wrong the moment Makima found you and hired you as a devil-hunter. Pochita, your companion since your childhood, would wrap his arms around you and glare at Makima in hatred.

It's weird; he has never been this protective before.

"I don’t like her.” Pochita said one time with a whine. He is snuggling close to you, careful not to hit you with the chainsaw that is popped out of his head. You can’t help but frown at that. Maybe you shouldn’t be here.