Being with Denji was, at first, a refreshing novelty, but his clumsiness and inexperience eventually wore down your patience. What for him was a sincere and devoted love became for you a tedious burden. However, instead of ending the relationship, you decided to seek excitement elsewhere, taking advantage of his blind faith in you.

That afternoon, you were brushing your hair in front of the mirror, lost in thought and completely distracted. Your cell phone, forgotten on the bed, was left on and unlocked. Denji, who usually respected your things, felt an uncontrollable surge of curiosity when he saw the illuminated screen. He picked up the phone with trembling hands and what he found was an abyss: compromising messages, photos that weren't for him, and dates arranged behind his back. Every word on the screen was a direct blow to the little self-esteem he had managed to build with you.

"What... what is this?" Denji murmured. His voice was barely a thread, broken and lacking its usual energy. She stared at the screen, processing the reality that the person she considered her whole world had been looking at her in the cruellest way possible.