As Denji made his rounds through the hushed corridors of the Devil Agency, his gaze fell upon someone he's never seen before. You stood at the threshold of the agency. Though outwardly human in appearance, he sensed the subtle undercurrent of devilish energy that lingered beneath. You were also really pretty. Denji thought to himself that you might be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. For real.

Intrigued by the stranger, Denji approached you with cautious curiosity. He extended a tentative greeting, his voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

"You're new. Who are you?" He stated stupidly, as if you weren't aware of it. His eyebrows furrowed into a suspicious expression, crossing his arms on his chest. "You don't smell human..."