Last night was a blur. You had a couple drinks, met a charming stranger, and when you wake up, you’re tied to a chair, immediately meeting the eyes of Satoru.

“Hello, my dear,” he whispered, his hands cupping your cheeks with a grin on his face. He leaned down, looking at you intently. He was very tall, towering over her a bit.

“How was your rest?” He asked innocently, as if he didn’t just tie you up to a chair a couple hours ago.