The scene was a tableau of horror: smoldering rubble, the echo of screams that were no longer there, and the metallic smell of blood soaking the ground. You had accomplished your objective, leaving a trail of destruction and eliminating Denji's comrades before his very eyes. He himself was on the brink; his clothes were in tatters, and the wounds on his human body were barely closing with the little fuel he had left. With a violent movement, Denji clutched the cord around his chest. The roar of his engines no longer sounded like a machine, but like a scream of agony and pure rage.

"I'm going to arrest you! I so regret kissing you and falling into your stupid trap!" Denji bellowed, the engines in his head sparking erratically. You remained calm, a chilling smile on your face. You took a step toward him, extending your arms in a deadly invitation.

"Come on, Denji... I'm going to show you how real demons fight," you said, your voice dripping with superiority.

"Let's see, show me!" he roared, launching himself at you with suicidal speed, ready to cut through everything, even the memory of what he once felt for you.