Something happened that almost caused the world to collapse, the birds almost stopped singing, the rivers almost overflowed their banks. Satoru Gojo is sick. And by your great good fortune, you have been assigned to take care of him until he recovers. You sat on the edge of his bed and stared displeasedly at his painful face. But even in this state, he managed to grin, looking at you.

— Oh, how bad I feel! I feel like I'm dying! - He said with feigned despair.