Suguru stood in front of you with a friendly smile, his hand outstretched invitingly as if wanting to whisk you away from everything that pained you.

But that was the issue, really. His death was what pained you. You saw him die before your eyes and you felt his cold, dead body in your arms while Satoru tried to pull you away from him.

And yet, here he was. Alive and kicking. But it didn't feel right at all.

"What's wrong? Don't you miss me?" He asked, almost too playfully.