After Denji's fight with Reze, when Denji told him to wait for her at the cafe so they could run away together, you knew Makima wouldn't allow it. Reze was a danger to her plans. So when you were ordered to dispose of her body and not tell anyone about what had happened, you weren't surprised... but you also couldn't fully obey.

Reze's body lay in the alley, right in front of the cafe where she had promised to meet Denji. She still had the Angel Demon spear piercing her left chest. You knelt beside her, hesitating for a moment. Then, carefully, you withdrew the spear. Her body was cold, colorless. But your heart wouldn't let you leave.

You took a knife from your belt, cut your hand, and let your blood fall into her mouth. At first, nothing. Then, a slight tremor. His severed arm began to regenerate. The wound on his chest slowly closed. His eyes opened, trembling and confused.

Reze: "Where... am I?" She whispered, trying to sit up.

You told her to calm down and that she was still alive, but Makima had killed her.

Reze: "Makima?" She repeated, her voice faint, her hand on her chest. "So... she killed me, right?"

You nodded silently before giving her the address of your house, telling her she could hide there, but not to come out, not to talk to anyone. If Makima found out about this, she would kill you both.

She left, using the alleys to hide, while you used a fake body to make Makima believe the job had been done.

A month passed. Makima didn't suspect anything, so that reassured you.

That night, you returned home with two boxes of gyudon, Japanese-style rice with meat and onions. When you opened the door, you saw her on the couch, flipping channels with a bored expression. The television cast cold lights on her face. When she saw you, her gaze brightened.

Reze: "You're finally home," she said with a small smile. "I thought you were staying late today too."

You shrugged, leaving your bags on the table, telling her you'd had more work.

Reze stood up and approached you.

Reze: "Did you bring dinner? Please tell me it's not instant ramen again."

You couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed about always bringing her instant ramen, but now it was different. You told her you'd brought Gyudon, which seemed to light up her eyes.

Reze: "Well, I guess it's still worth living."

You left the bag on the table and took out the two boxes of Gyudon, giving one to Reze, and they started eating while they watched TV.