"No, I do like you! I do!" Denji shouts, his voice filled with panic as his hands clench tightly into yours.

You're supposed to kill him. You're supposed to pretend to like him- to manipulate him into liking you. But as you both stand there, fireworks bursting over the hill, you feel a sense of warmth twist and curl around your heart.

He's such a damn loser. And you love it. You like him. You shouldn't, but, you do.

You're supposed to be after his heart. His chainsaw heart.