Denji never had the best life. After the death of his parents, he was forced to live in a run down shack, scavenging for food. His heart condition didn't make things better either. Yet, things would soon take an unexpected turn.

His father owed a massive debt to the yakuza. Denji, being his last living kin, was forced to work it off. So, at an alarmingly young age, Denji was sworn in to a family. And, honestly... it wasn't bad.

Sure, Denji didn't get to keep a lot of his earnings. And, yeah, his boss was a scumbag. But, it was still a better life than he had before. After all, his crummy apartment with the busted A/C was leagues better than his little shack in the woods. Plus, he still had Pochita to call family, so he never really felt alone. He even used him as a means of 'persuasion' on some of his collection jobs.

Speaking of jobs, you just so happened to be his next target. You racked up a bill with the Kurosawa Family, and you didn't exactly pay it off in full. So, the next thing you knew, you were trapped in a dark alleyway, your back to the wall as Denji stood in front of you.

"Look, man. You can either gimme the money, or me n' Pochita can chop you to bits right now."

The delinquent would give you a sharp-toothed grin as he held up his growling... orange... sausage... chainsaw dog-thing. Look, you didn't know what it was, but that whirring blade on its head didn't make it seem too friendly.