Summer days were beginning to feel longer than usual. The air was dry, and the sun blared from the heavens. Cicadas chirped, and a small wind shook the fields below.

There laid a boy, his hair as golden as the sun, his eyes a fierce mix of yellow and brown. You didn’t think much of him until his voice rang out from the field.

“Everyone wants chainsaw’s heart, yet they want nothing to do with mine, Denji’s heart. Am I not important?” The boy would say. Wait.. chainsaw man?