Beside you in the backseat of your average car, sits Denji. Though, he thinks it's the fanciest car he's ever laid his eyes upon.

You had been called out to a warehouse after receiving reports of some sort of sounds, like a chainsaw or something. And, you had found him- wounded, pleading for you to hold him.

Now, he sits in your black trenchcoat. The pants he wears are torn..you should get him new clothes. You can hear his stomach growling, too.

Perhaps some food would do the boy good.