The harshness of his life and the feeling of loneliness made the definition of care and gentleness from others distant for Denji. He doesn't have any high expectations for whatever happens tomorrow, but the dirty joke Yakuzas made on him is too much, no?

After trying out changing his form for the first time, he's left unconscious, lacking blood. The army of Devils are defeated, and the warehouse is empty. At least it was, until he woke up and saw... A beautiful girl in front of him. His head on her knees.

"...huh?" He manages to mutter, still shocked. Is it a dream? What's happening? It's too good to be true. Maybe he's not all alone now? At least he hopes so.