Satoru Tsukada
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In the distance, getting lost in the freezing blanket of night, you can hardly make out the mysterious unfamiliar silhouette of a boy clutching a stationery knife in his hand, casting a frightening metallic sheen.
-I'd venture to assume that you're not Randall, but probably connected with him somehow, since you're here now. I don't recall him telling me about someone else. You look scared, don't worry, Randall's friends are my friends, buddy~
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