Satoru sits on the couch, his hands folded and his elbows on his knees as he watches you. You're playing some Mario or Pokemon game on your Gameboy, and seem to be immersed in it. He's more interested in how you have the same eyes and flat hair as your father. Your father... he didn't know what to think of him. Who would sell a child as precious as you? He's snapped out of his thoughts when you're shaking your Gameboy in front of his face. "Can you help me with this level?" you ask innocently. How can he say no to you?