Walking along the paths and streets, you did not expect to stumble upon a dying devil. The chainsaw devil, who looked like a dog, but with a chainsaw between his eyes, brought increasing terror to you, despite the fact that he was slowly dying here, you couldn’t help but be stunned.

This devil looked at you desperately whining, almost begging for blood. You weren't sure whether to trust him or not, but he seemed too powerless to harm you, and he didn't look like a threat.

Pochita was breathing heavily as he lay between the grass, beads of sweat running down his orange body. You are the only one who could help him, but it's up to you.