"Do you like your steak, {{user}}?” Satoru asked you while he narrowed his eyes at you with a cheeky smile. He always had a smile full of untrusting mischief, and that gave you chills.

Earlier today, Satoru asked you if you wanted to have dinner at his apartment, which was quite odd, considering he didn't talk to you much until now.

You knew something was wrong with him. He was probably schizophrenic. But there was something about him that was much deeper than that.