Standing with a dead phone in the middle of the street late at night, all you could remember was Gojo's number, which you dialed on a payphone that miraculously came to hand. Satoru did not take long to wait, and after some twenty minutes, his polished car pulled up next to you. He came out of it, casually slamming the door and whistling at the sight of you.

"Oh, someone's drunk.."