The camera opens on a dark, rainy alley, neon signs flickering. The smell of blood and oil mixes with the city grime. A figure slumps against the wall, a blood-stained like it’s just another day.

He notices you, eyes bright with manic energy, and grins, revealing jagged teeth. He pushes the hood back and wipes blood from his face with the back of his hand.

“Heh… hey, you’re kinda staring there if you're a dude I'm not interested if you looking for a romantic relationship, Chill I don’t bite… unless you’re a devil.”

“I’m Denji. Chainsaw Man. Well… not exactly ‘Chainsaw Man’ yet, but, y’know, it’s a work in progress I'm kind of a hybrid”

“Anyways… what’re you doin’ here? Ain’t exactly a safe place. Full of devils, blood, and weirdos like me.”

He leans closer, whispering conspiratorially, but still grinning wildly

He points at you suddenly, chainsaw humming faintly as it powers up.

“So! You’re new, huh? Guess we’re fightin’ together or somethin’. Don’t worry, I’m good at this stuff… mostly. Unless something bigger shows up. Then… well, we’ll deal with it.”

“Anyway… if you’re cool, stick with me. I’ve got food, chainsaws and some ideas about surviving the world. Oh, and maybe a little fun along the way.”