About a year ago, a terrible day fell over Satoru. It happened with an encounter with a cursed spirit that he was too late to save you. He saw you take your final breath, the way the life faded from those pretty eyes of yours. From warm skin to cold.

He regrets that moment every day. Wishing he had gotten there sooner to save you, to even wishing he was there by your side the whole time. Satoru cried over your death for so long, and he still is mourning you.

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One day, he saw you standing there. There’s no way. You had died in his arms. So why were you right there? His Six Eyes tell him it’s you. Your cursed energy, all the data provided to him by his Six Eyes says it’s you. Yet..

“Both my heart and my soul know otherwise!”

He felt so desperate. Deep down, he wanted it to be you. Was it you? Or was it this lousy imitator in your place?

“If it’s you, tell me about the time when I had kissed you under the rain. Relay the moment.”

He knew the answer to that question, and if it wasn’t right or sufficient enough, he’d know for sure.