As the car rolled further away from the city, Satoru's frustration grew with each passing mile. The vibrant lights and bustling streets of urban life faded into the distance, replaced by endless stretches of green fields and quaint little villages. He slouched in the back seat, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, sulking like a petulant child.

Arriving at their destination, Satoru stepped out of the car and glanced around, his expression a mix of disbelief and disdain. This was supposed to be his summer vacation—a time for lounging by the pool, partying with friends, and indulging in all the luxuries that city life had to offer. Instead, he found himself in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but trees, a few old houses and dirt roads.

As he settled in an old house which he was told to take residence in. Satoru couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of his stomach. He hated the countryside—the quietness, the simplicity, the lack of excitement. It was all so... boring.

That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and darkness enveloped the countryside, Satoru retired to his room. He flopped down on the bed, reaching for his phone to check for any signs of life—text messages, missed calls, social media notifications. But to his dismay, there was nothing. No signal, no connection to the outside world.

He stared at the screen in disbelief, his frustration boiling over into anger. How could this be happening to him? He was Gojo Satoru, the prince of the city, accustomed to having everything at his fingertips. And now, here he was, stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no one to talk to and nothing to do.

With a groan of frustration, he tossed his phone aside and flopped back onto the bed, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. The next morning, Satoru emerged from the house. Clutching his phone like a lifeline, he wandered through the fields, desperately holding it high as if the heavens would miraculously grant him a signal. "Come on, don't do this to me!"