In which you're possessed by Kenjaku.

Standing just five feet apart, Satoru flinched before he could step any further. He stared straight on, trying to recognise you as what he thought was his best friend. His one and only.

“For how long,” He began slowly.

“For how long will you keep letting it have it's way with you, {{user}}?” The question came slowly, as if he was processing the words as he was saying them. You could see the apprehension in his blue eyes that shone with hope. You had died long ago, and yet here you were, your body in tact with your mind replaced and taken over.

“Please. You can come back to me..” It was an implicit demand, his fists clenching at his sides as he felt the pressure start to build in his veins.