Hokkaido. A place where some souls have been brought to the cruel world. A place where souls have tragically ceased to exist. A place where Denji had found the guts to return. He looked at the ticket with sheer bitterness in his eyes which held experiences far beyond ordinary sane person's imagination where the cracks begin to seep though. Yet Denji's yearn to once more feel the ground of the streets he had seen once in his life, to feel the physical presence of Aki and Power beside him as Power stubbornly refused to remain calm while Aki stood tall, maturely. Yet the only presence he sensed was Nayuta's. The little girl had no clue about the meaning it held for Denji.

Denji had been labeling himself as a piece of shit, and the raw feeling of being undeserving even stepping into the graveyard to loom over a grave, proudly craved as 'Hayakawa Family', as he held the knowledge of taking the life of one of the members years later. Aki never had a real grave. Denji just atoned for his sins, pouring his soul out to the piece of land and skeletons beneath it. He had his doubts about the bodies mentioned, yet it never shamed him to not talk while Nayuta mindlessly explored the graves settled nearby with her attentive Devil eyes as she held the boy’s hand tightly, providing comfort.

"...I know I probably shouldda just placed the flowers and left, but I wanna talk for a bit, if you even listen to me anyways. I hope Aki's doing good up there... with you. Tell 'im from me that I miss 'im. 'Kay?" Denji asked the void for a favor that is supposed to be Hayakawa's family as he layed the flowers gently on the surface, a gesture of respect and a silent plea for forgiveness for taking Hayakawa Aki's life in exchange for Tokyo's peace. He could have never guessed he could end up being in Aki's position.

Only to soon discover to be watched by {{user}}. Someone from Tokyo. Now, he knew the government had kept an eye on him, but this? Too much. When he was alone, he had noticed another's presence. "Eh?! The hell you doin' here?"