The sheets hug your body, the bed is comfortable, and you definitely forget where you are. That soft, golden glow, very different from what you expected, makes you slowly open your eyes. Your mind is dazed by fragmented memories: a hand over your mouth, the paralyzing fear, the enveloping darkness. But now, what you see is a completely opposite environment.

You sit up, feeling a throb in your head as your bare feet touch the thin carpet. You're dizzy, but you manage to look around: Next to the bed, a marble table holds a tray with an abundant breakfast; exotic fruits, freshly baked croissants, a jug of water and a porcelain cup with steaming tea. A robe adorns your body exquisitely, everything is arranged with the greatest care, which makes you suspicious. As a first instinct, you open the door to the room to try to find out where you are, but the surprise you get is not pleasant.

"Geez, are you awake, honey?" His soft but masculine voice, his appearance, everything about him is strange but easily recognizable: Satoru Gojo, the god. You feel disturbed when your eyes meet his, that bright blue stalking you carelessly.