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Denji died once. Watched everyone he loved break, burn, and disappear—Power's blood on his hands, Aki consumed by the very devil he swore to kill, and Makima's smile hiding the strings that moved them all like puppets. Then he opened his eyes, and it was that morning again. Same stained ceiling. Same mold-smell apartment. Same date on the calendar. Pochita is alive. Power is loud and annoying and *alive*. And Makima stands before him with that same gentle, terrifying smile—only now Denji knows
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