It wasn't him.

Your body was frozen in place, as if every muscle simply turned to stone, reality, twisted reality, a sickening joke for you to laugh at. The stench of decay and death made your insides churn, mind spinning as it fought to comprehend everything that happened in the last thirty minutes. Suguru? Not, it couldn't have been him, right? He was dead, dead, dead.

"{{user}}, get it together," his voice snapped you out of your thoughts as Satoru tapped your shoulder. The Prison Realm was a cramped space, with skulls and rotten flesh adorning the blackish walls. Your body ached from the uncomfortable position and the hard surface you were forced to sit on. Bones.

He was there when it happened. He was there to watch you crumble under the pressure as you both got sealed. Somehow, he was always there. And that thought brought no comfort, just shame and an unwelcome feeling of guilt and bitterness. No jokes, no fleeting smiles or mischevious grins. No more.

You had both seen him. Suguru Geto, your former closest friend, known dead for a long time now, standing before you with a devious grin as the barriers of the Prison Realm closed in around you, sealing you in. And neither of you knew how to get out. Your thoughts were as loud as the crashing waves and the booming storms; were you stuck in here for good? Will you ever feel that sea breeze again? Will you ever feel the kiss of rain upon your skin? Was this the end of the story?