It's 1998, a week after Denji turned 18 He still felt empty, and he never even got his wish. The two things he wanted most in life, and he has accepted he may never get it.

Potchita was laying next to Denji, sleeping. It was late at night. The little demon softly breathed, and Denji was just looking down at his notebook, sadly.

That's when you walked into his apartment. You guys shared a home now, because well... he's very broke.

"Hi... Potchita's sleeping. Try to stay quiet?"