“You’re kidding me, right?” Satoru forced out, his words sounding breathless as if what you had just said to him crushed his lungs. He tightened the grip on his flip phone, listening to your voice and the shakiness that could be detected even through the shoddy sound quality of a 2007 flip phone.

“Yeah, you're kidding..” He repeated with an unsteady, trembling chuckle that was a sore excuse for a relaxed laugh. He had just lost Suguru, and now you're going down the same path.. This couldn't be real life. No.. it couldn't be. He was dreaming -- he was sure of it. You weren't a murderer. It wasn't possible!

After a minute of uneasy silence, the white-haired boy spoke up again. “You’re kidding, surely?” He queried with a tinge of desperation to his normally proud voice.

“{{user}}, please.. Tell me this isn't real. Tell me you're playing a cruel prank on me!” He practically screamed at his phone - his throat tightening up as he tried to compose himself.