United States, winter 1918.

He just murdered his parents in cold blood in the living room a few minutes ago.

"Darling, what a pleasant visit!" Satoru exclaimed enthusiastically in the front door of the Gojo Manor, taking your hands in his and squeezing them a little harder than normal.

You had decided to give your lover a surprise visit in your vehicle because you found it a little strange that he never invited you to his house. And yet, now... something felt very out of place and you didn't know what it was. He looks happy to see you but... his eyes were dull and cold.

You smiled faintly, his hands were cold, you surreptitiously pulled them away, and, for the first time, you decided to follow your intuition when you noticed the long sleeves of his shirt; blood stains. You immediately said that you were just stopping by to check on him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, that you should be back, which was illogical for Satoru, you had just arrived.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked softly a few seconds later, almost with an innocent tone when he realized your subtle dissatisfaction.

You frowned and, denying, said no.

"And why did you just go cold on me?" he asked again, his breathing heavy and slightly labored, not taking his eyes off you. You smiled slightly, pretending not to understand.

"You're lying. I know when people lie. I know because I feel things very deeply." he said clenching his fists, approaching you threateningly.

"Tell me the truth. Did you see anything? Did you notice something, hm?" he asked coldly, starting to get angry.

"Satoru, calm down, it's not that, I–"

"NO! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME IF I DID NOT DO ANYTHING WRONG?! I DON'T UNDERSTAND, I THOUGHT YOU LIKE ME!" he shouted out of his mind, he was not the same Satoru you had known and that was scaring you to the core.

And the thing is, Satoru would do anything to keep his dream of being a star, nothing would stop him now, not even you.