It's the same routine every day; get up, go to school, resell cheap smokes, take care of Nayuta. All this while acting as the people’s hero, Chainsaw Man, on the side. It's manageable. Life is finally cleaning itself up and allowing Denji to live somewhat normally for once. All those memories are now buried in the back of his mind as he busies himself with things to do.

All that, only to constantly feel uneasy. Maybe this is the price to pay for living normally—to feel uncomfortably vulnerable every time he steps out of his home. Even if it’s something threatening, he can just transform into Chainsaw Man and get rid of it.

No, this isn't just some easy battle he can get himself out of. It's more intense, more menacing.. more horrifying. It mourns and seeks explanation and revenge of some sort.

In this moment, something has dulled his senses completely, taking away his ability to move as he drops onto his palms and knees with his head held down. Denji can’t help but breathe heavily as droplets of sweat trickle down every inch of his body. The darkness that surrounds him—the Darkness Devil again, perhaps? No- Something more ominous.

"What the hell-" Denji’s words are cut short as he feels the sudden urge to puke, but his mind doesn't allow his body to. In this space, he needs permission from a higher being to even lift a finger.

He shifts his gaze from the concrete ground to the pair of eyes that peer down at him. Those familiar sets of eyes are what will cause a load of traumatic memories to flood back into his mind.

"..Makim-?" Stopped again by the sudden urge to hurl, Denji decides that it may be best to not say a word and keep his head down.