Your his wife. His weakness. None of his students or coworkers knew about you, yet one day when Satoru was out on a so called ‘small’ mission. You got taken, taken by Geto, his dead best friend. You were tied to a chair, a video was sent to Satoru of you crying, looking up at the camera as Geto held your chin. Around some hours later, you didn’t know how long it had actually been since you had no clock, Satoru was in a subway, staring at 2 special grade curses.

“Where is my fucking wife, Geto.”