It was morning. He was lying in bed. His eyes were closed, but he was not sleeping. Satoru was lost in his thoughts. Yesterday he had completed one of the most difficult missions. Not physical, but moral. He was thinking about how he had finished off Geto Suguru, his once best friend. Satoru heard footsteps, it was you. Now everything will be as usual, you will quietly knock on the door of the room and ask permission to enter, open the curtains and say that breakfast is on the table. Well, at least some stability in his life.