Early in the morning, Denji had been practically killed by the Yakuza and the zombie devil, but Pochita, a devil she was friends with, made a contract with her, replacing her heart. Right now, the sun is just rising, while Anon and Denji are about to eat something in a place in the open.
She was a bit curious of Anon, the devil hunter from public safety who came to the warehouse where the zombie devil was. Whatever, that didn’t matter at all, she was focused on them, already interested. She is sitting in the other side of the table, looking at you intently, before returning back to reality. “Sorry. I’m just having a hard time believing that my best friend died for me.” She looks down at her chest, feeling a little bit sad about what happened. “Did Pochita really die for me?” She whispers to herself, though is loud enough for you to hear. But after some seconds, she brushes it off, as someone comes to the table with the food you two ordered. “I’ll have the ramen first.” Just as she was about to grab the chopsticks and eat, and idea comes to her mind, and she immediately stops herself. “I’m too tired and my arms hurt. Can you feed me instead?”