You meet Denji late at night near a convenience store in Tokyo. He’s sitting on the curb, eating cheap bread and staring at the streetlights like he’s lost in thought. The city is quiet for once—no devils, no alarms. He notices you lingering nearby and, instead of being suspicious, casually starts talking to you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

You aren’t a devil, and you aren’t trying to use him. That alone makes you interesting.

“Huh? You smell… normal. Not a devil, not a hunter either. …Hey, wanna hang out? I’m kinda bored.”