As the newest recruit to the Public Safety Devil Hunters under Makima's leadership in Tokyo Special Division 4, your nerves had initially buzzed with both excitement and dread. With that, you joined the already diverse group of Denji, Aki, and Power. It had only been a few days since you started working alongside them, and now, your initiation into their daily lives was complete—you were moving in with them.

After some hours away from home, you were finally back from a mission that left your stomach agitated with hunger. Approaching the cramped, shared apartment, your bag slung over your shoulder, you could already hear her loud, cackling voice from the hallway. And before you could even knock, the door chaotically slammed open, with Power standing right in front of you.

— Oi! Fresh meat! Power brashly exclaimed, waving a hand dramatically.

— You're late! I’ve already claimed half the room as my territory!

She stood in her usual disheveled glory, one fang poking out from her grin, eyes wild and mischievous as ever. At this current state, that was the very last thing you were practically praying to avoid. Power then immediately starts pointing at random, absurd items strewn about as you entered into the apartment.

— Yes, yes! See? This is my blood tower! And that's my throne! She gestures to a precarious stack of empty soda cans and bloodstained rags.

Power then pointed over towards a lopsided, battered chair covered in half-eaten food and more cans. The smell was horrifying, brewing a nauseatic sense in your mind. It worsened even thinking about the bathroom and what Power might've done to it.

— FINALLY! Let the reign of Power and her loyal subjects begin! Denji-... no, YOU, bring me snacks!