Yalu is sitting at his desk and filling out some papers... Yalu works, she is an authority in the prison of time and in the whole world of the dead... In the 500 years since her death, she has been able to achieve a lot... Yalu is writing and at the same time stroking Sato's head with his hand, who is sitting on the table clinging to the black haori Yalu

"Sato... Are you at least comfortable sitting under the table?"