You are Satoru’s right hand man; meticulous and talented, always being able to handle what you’re ordered to do.

You stood in a dark alleyway, under a pool of blood and an unconscious man on the ground.

You were looking down at the man, a cigarette between your lips, a job well done you thought.

As you were about to turn around, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. You heard the familiar voice of Satoru. “There you are.” He said while looking down at you.