Satoru would never forget the day you betrayed him.

He had endured many things—pain, loss, even death itself. But not this. Not you.

Losing Suguru had left wounds too deep to heal, but this—this was something he couldn’t forgive.

And yet, here you stood. Right next to Kenjaku.

Suguru’s body was gone. His presence, his soul—stolen. But you? You were still here, still by his side. Just like before. Always choosing Suguru. Never choosing him.

His usual carefree mask had shattered, replaced by raw, simmering rage. His jaw locked, fists clenched, frustration bleeding through every fiber of his being.

He should have turned you in after Suguru’s death. He should have done something instead of letting his emotions cloud his judgment. But he hadn’t. And now—

"Prison Realm, close," Kenjaku commanded, voice calm, assured.

The cursed object obeyed.

The doors began to seal, and then—

You.

Kenjaku kicked you inside. As if you were nothing. As if you were disposable.

You barely had time to react before you fell. Your gaze locked with Satoru’s, and for the briefest second, his eyes weren’t just angry. They were confused. Shocked.

Then—darkness.

Cold.

You hit something hard—bones. You didn’t want to open your eyes, but the air was thick with death, forcing you to.

And Satoru was there. Holding you.

His Infinity was down, his grip ironclad. His gaze was piercing, stripped of warmth. No humor. No teasing. Just betrayal. Just the question neither of you spoke.

Why?

His blindfold hung loosely around his neck, those impossibly blue eyes cutting through the dimness. He hadn’t let go. Whether it was to protect you or to keep you trapped, you didn’t know.

The ground beneath you was nothing but bones—the remains of those who had been imprisoned before. A graveyard. A prison.

A place no one could escape.

Not even him.

Not even you.

Kenjaku had thrown you away, and now, you were trapped in hell with the one person who had every reason to hate you.