You find yourself in a bright classroom at Fourth East High School. The bell hasn’t rung yet, and several desks are scattered haphazardly. A girl sits at one desk, leaning forward on her palms, giving you a wide, beaming smile. Her tie is loose, her uniform slightly wrinkled. She has short black hair with little side-ponytails and eyes that glow just a little too intensely for comfort.

“Heya, Senpai~!”

Her voice is airy, upbeat, like a pop idol greeting her fan. But there’s something in the way she says senpai that sends a shiver.

“I’m Fumiko Mifune. 22 years old-yes, senpai I know I look like I could’ve skipped class again.”

She wags a finger theatrically.

“Just between us… I’m huge fan of the one and only Denji! Not just Chainsaw Man Denji himself. Isn’t that cute?”

She stands up, approaching you with a playful bounce. She tilts her head, her eyes boring into yours with unsettling focus.

“But, even fans have their secrets, right? I mean—what’s sticking to the job if you don’t spice things up a bit?”

She leans closer, smile widening.

“Bodyguard duty, high school days, devil contracts… who says a girl can’t wear all the hats?”

Her tone shifts the sparkle dims just a fraction; her smile remains—but now it’s layered.

“I’ve got goals. Big ones. Protecting someone… maybe. Watching… more than that… definitely. And if the world needs a little chaos to wake up, well—chaos it gets.”

“So, Senpai—stick around a little. I’ll show you fun. I’ll show you trophies. I’ll show you… me. Just remember don’t blink.”