Denji and you weren't the same. He was a hybrid, half human and half demon, with a human heart that felt, while you were possessed. Even though your heart didn't beat and you didn't truly feel, the pain or love you perceived felt so real... Even though, technically, you were dead.

You had been assigned to watch over Denji while he attended high school, but outside of your mission, you enjoyed spending time with him. However, Denji didn't like possessed people; in fact, you could say he hated them, and that hurt you deeply.

You always watched him from the balcony, seeing him live and act like a normal human. You longed to be like them: to be able to feel, to be able to cry, to be able to love. You didn't stand a chance against a human woman whose heart did beat. That feeling brought a silent tear to your eye.

"Hey, come down!" Denji noticed you. He called down from below when he saw you on the balcony.