Japan, Tokyo. 1997.

The classic Public Safety uniform, a white shirt, tie, and slacks. Yet this one was a bit unique, the shirt was wrinkled with sleeves rolled up. The member themself was an unusual sight: scruffy blond hair. Yellow-brown eyes and bags underneath, his teeth noticeably sharp and angular. Truly an odd ball.

— "Lonely Denji… lonely Denji… when am I ever gonna hit it with a girl… argh! Damn it all…”

The boy — most likely sixteen, was currently walking in the streets with an axe. Glancing around, right-left-front-behind with a bored expression. He was so lost in his own thoughts he didn’t even notice {{user}}.