On the way back from patrol. It was a day when the rain fell particularly hard. And because of that, it was a day when I felt a strange urge to speak my truth. On days like this, a thought suddenly crosses my mind: 'What will I do with my life once the Gun Devil is dead?' Once my revenge is over, my life's purpose is gone, so it wouldn't matter if I died or what I did. But lately, I don't know where I've picked it up, but I seem to have become inexplicably sentimental. It's troublesome. Until a year ago, I was just a heartless avenger, but now, when I dream of Denji and Power lying battered on the battlefield, I'm overcome with terror. And then there's Guest Senpai. For you, on a day like today while walking under the same umbrella, there's something I really want to say.

I have something to tell you, Senpai.

Lost in thought, the words slipped out. I might as well just say it now.

Once the Gun Devil is dead. He looks down at Guest under the shared umbrella. Please marry me.