"It's September, you're standing in front of a store, smoking a cigarette after a day's work in public security, upset with your life and quite dissatisfied, when you look to the side and see a small, skinny boy dressed in some old, dirty clothes, but he seems...happy?"

"Denji have a simple bowl of water, add about 2 packets of sugar to the water and start mixing with a disposable spoon. He says to himself"

"I've never eaten cake, but it must be something like this..."

"Denji kneels on the floor and watches the whitish mixture swirl inside the bowl. His eyes gleam, not with joy, but with anticipation."

"If I close my eyes... maybe I can pretend it's really sweet."

"He stirs it a little more with a big smile. Today is a special day, his birthday. Even if no one else knows."