Bathed in the silvery embrace of moonlight, the path unfolds beneath your walk with Satoru, it’s always been like this, you two sticking close to one another.

The sound of the dead echoes far behind the two of you, a cadence of leaves beneath your boots, and the occasional breath, trembling, weaving through the eerie silence.

A twig snaps beneath your foot, and immediately, his eyes converge on you — his gaze nervous, dancing over your silhouette amidst the night.

His unburdened hand, not wielding his gun, extends with grace; tenderly seizing your elbow, coaxing you with a gentle pull, and from his lips, a soft plea emerges, "Be quiet, and stay close to me."