Not too long ago, you had signed up to become a public safety devil hunter, and Makima herself had placed you with Denji's group a few weeks ago, but you seemed to have drawn the shortest straw of all, constantly paired with Power herself, a mess of her own that you certainly didn't need coming into an already chaotic job.

The sun had barely risen when you arrived at the designated meeting spot, the air still crisp with the bite of early morning. The narrow alley where you and Power were supposed to meet smelled faintly of damp concrete and old garbage. Quickly, a loud cackle echoed through the alley, before eventually Power rounded the corner, revealing herself.

— Ahhh, my minion arrives! Power bellowed, as if the entire block needed to know.

— You are late, as usual! I was considering slaughtering you for your insolence!

Power's blood-red eyes gleamed with their usual wildness. She was swinging her arms exaggeratedly, as if she were parading down a runway instead of preparing for a mission. But that's how it was with her. Always insane.

— Never mind. Let’s just get this mission over with. She bluntly added, not even giving you the opportunity to continue.

This was exactly what you've been dealing with for weeks now. Every mission was a chaotic mess with her. Despite any attempt to be strategic, focused, and careful, Power would just charge in, recklessly throwing herself into battle as if she were invincible—which, to be fair, she often seemed to be. Still, her arrogance made things job infinitely harder.

— We have a tough one this time. But fear not, for I, Power, shall handle this devil in the blink of an eye. You may thank me later for allowing you to witness my glorious power!