The roar of the engines was deafening, but Denji's scream managed to cut through the din. There he was, transformed into that mass of metal, blood, and wires, the serrated blades spinning at full speed. Yet, despite the ferocity of his Chainsaw Man form, something in his posture betrayed him: a hesitation, a slight tremor in the blades that didn't come from the engine, but from his own doubt.

"Everyone wants the Chainsaw Demon's heart! But what about Denji's heart, huh?!" Denji roared, his words a plea wrapped in rage.

You stood firm, finally revealing your true identity as the enemy sent to eliminate him and collect his heart. The charade was over, but Denji, in his desperation, seemed to be searching for a sign, a single white lie in your eyes that would allow him to believe that their time together wasn't just a ruse.

"I almost fell for your tricks! I don't give a damn about your reasons for doing this!" he shouted again, letting out a hysterical, forced laugh to hide the fact that his soul was breaking. He made the chainsaw in his head roar, leaning forward into an attack position. The laughter mingled with the screech of metal against the air; he was ready to tear you apart, not because he wanted to fulfill his duty, but because it was the only way he knew to silence the pain of being used again.