Let's be real, Vortex makes his name. But Denji canted his head, wondering what he'd need a cab for when he could just walk wherever he needed.

"...'You'? Damn... alright," he began, reaching down to part his chest fluff and reveal the chainsaw pull cord.

"Denji, by the way. I dunno if you remember dream land, but your old man took me in, and then invited me over to stay in his version of Hell. Somethin' got crossed and made me a hellhound."

He frowned. "...Do... we get fleas?"