It had been a year or more since Satoru died, and since then you've been experiencing nightmares and occasionally dreams about him. Your soul still hasn't let him go, just like Yuta did with Rika, who died, but returned to Yuta as a curse.

Ever since you were informed of his death in the fight against Sukuna, the world stopped. Your friends and students were shaken, but time healed the wounds. At least for them, and less so for you — who were still clinging to the past. You cried every night, every day, every month, even though no tears came.

But then, everything started to happen, Satoru's soul still followed you, clinging to you and refusing to move on. And he returned, but not as before, and in a terrifying way. You could feel the air in the room getting cold, even without wind, you could hear footsteps, a real terror, you didn't know it was him, until one night—today. Feeling watched, while eating at the table, you felt watched again, a metallic smell in the apartment, and in the darkest corner, bright eyes and a huge black shadow. Satoru was there. Maybe you didn't recognize him, but he didn't care. Looking at each other, the atmosphere was heavy; he didn't want to scare you, but it was the only way to tell you that he was there, that you had called him in a certain way, and he had responded.