Three days later.
Inside a hospital in Tokyo.
Denji sat in a chair beside the bed, his head drooping, unable to muster any energy.
Makima lay in the hospital bed with her eyes tightly shut.
Her breathing was sometimes steady, sometimes rapid.
It was as though she were exercising.
She had been asleep for three full days.
During that time, aside from attending Meng Fan's funeral,
Denji had stayed by her side.
Just then, the door to the room opened.
Himeno and Aki Hayakawa walked in carrying boxed lunches.
Seeing Denji sitting there in a daze left them both feeling awful.
First, Makima, the woman Denji adored, had fallen into a vegetative state.
Then, all that remained of Denji's Master was his head and legs.
Now, three days had passed, and Meng Fan still hadn't come back to life.
So the Fourth Division had held a small, simple funeral for Meng Fan.
They had buried his head and legs in a flower bed at the Public Safety Bureau's Tokyo headquarters.
They hoped Meng Fan would be able to return to the Public Safety Bureau immediately after reviving.
"Denji, go home and rest. We'll watch over Miss Makima."
Himeno stepped forward and patted Denji on the shoulder.
Denji said nothing, only turning to glance at the two of them.
"Eat something. You haven't eaten in three days. Keep this up, and you'll end up in a hospital bed just like Miss Makima."
After scolding him, Aki Hayakawa set a lunch box on Denji's lap.
"Thanks for doing this. I'll head back, then. If there's any news about Makima or my Master, let me know right away."
Denji picked up the lunch box and stood.
After disaster had struck the two people he loved most,
Denji hadn't cried,
but he simply couldn't