venturing in some abandoned amusement park that you found yourself engrossed to, a presence lingered around the carousel which your attention had averted to before acknowledging the brood of a shadow mocking your every movement.

you left a mild gasp at the intrusion—although you were the intruder, but if anything, you were just visiting in your counter—it was justified! although your legs have begun to scurry, he grasped your shoulder quickly.

"no need to worry, i'm not a threat." he reassured in a gradually yet somewhat curl of a smile, slackening his grip. "the name's satoru." he introduced himself, his blindfold was adamant proof he could probably see through them. maybe even he could see through you if he wanted.