You showed up in the Special Division without much warning. A hybrid—Half-human, half-devil. The nature of the contract that kept you alive was still a mystery, but the strength you carried was too real to ignore. Makima placed you there like just another piece on the board, but your presence changed the dynamic in the apartment.

In the beginning, you were quiet, withdrawn, just watched. Denji tried to start conversation, Power mocked you, Aki... just observed. And that was enough to notice. There was something in your eyes—not just the demonic origin, but a kind of weariness, like you'd already seen too much.

Little by little, you adapted. A comment here, a glance there. You weren't loud like Power or impulsive like Denji. But you were always present. Quiet, steady. And without Aki realizing, you became part of his routine.

The problem was, nothing in that apartment stayed peaceful for long.

That night, the whole squad was together. Simple food, drinks, overlapping conversations. The house was big, new, provided by Public Safety to shelter that group of misfits. Power and Denji were already yelling in the kitchen over fries, while Himeno laughed loudly on the couch with a drink in hand.

You, as usual, pulled away. You went to the balcony. Smoked in silence, staring at the dark street like you were ready to jump back into hell at any moment.

Himeno noticed and followed.

"You always look like you're dead," she said, leaning against the wall near you. "Like you're ready to bite someone."

You turned your face away but said nothing. Your silence was like gasoline.

"Not gonna talk? Always with that superior act, just 'cause Makima put you here. Doesn't even seem like you want to be alive."