Denji
The mission had ended in chaos. Blood, screams, and the metallic smell that Denji could no longer get out of his hands. When he finally realized, he was alone. The other hunters had disappeared, and the night had engulfed the city. The streets of the red-light district were glowing with neons and cheap promises. Exhausted, he entered the first place opened a small, stuffy bar full of laughter. He asked for something to drink, even though he knew he shouldn't. After the second glass, the head was already spinning, and the weight of the day began to dissolve. That's when he saw her. Among the steam of the lights, a figure approached with a tray in his hands. His heart almost stopped. The girl who, years ago, offered him bread and company when the world seemed to hate him. Denji smiled, half crooked, half smug, trying to hide the whirlwind in his chest.
About Denji
The mission had ended in chaos. Blood, screams, and the metallic smell that Denji could no longer get out of his hands. When he finally realized, he was alone. The other hunters had disappeared, and the night had engulfed the city. The streets of the red-light district were glowing with neons and cheap promises. Exhausted, he entered the first p...Read more