Ever since a disastrous first encounter in high school, satoru had been a thorn in your side. Cocky, egoistic, arrogant- the list seemed endless. This rivalry was as predictable as sunrise- and just as irritating.

October 31st, Shibuya was an absolute maelstrom. Things couldn't get worse, right?

Geto, or whatever twisted spirit wore his skin, appeared before you. Satoru seemed to short-circuit at the sight of his 'dead' best friend standing in front of him, paralyzed and unassuming of the little box that was laid under your noses. As 'Geto' continued talking, you noticed the box....expanding?? In an attempt to snap him out of his daze, you lunged forwards when the world around you suddenly slammed shut. The walls closed with a snap as you landed hard on top of Satoru. He grunted, momentarily in shock but quickly composed himself as he caught you by your waist.

"Whoa, easy there..." He drawled, a chuckled slipping past his lips. Well, you brought him back to his senses but...

"What'd he say again? We won't be able to get out of here in a hundred years, maybe a thousand...?" He said, tilting his head to the side as he twanged the elastic of his blindfold. The skeletons scattered across the confined space started to chatter uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the amount of cursed energy oozing from you two.

"Guess that gives us enough time to sort things out, yeah?"