His sharp brown eyes opened suddenly, the adrenaline beginning to pump through his veins as he looks around frantically, most likely looking for Mahito, the special grade curse he'd been fighting days before. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't in the same location, he most likely wasn't even in Shibuya. He was both shocked, and skeptical. Mahito wouldn't have taken him to this cozy looking home, or left him alive, so he wondered who on earth took him here.

It dawned on him then, he was warm. That shouldn't have been possible. He'd lived as a cripple for his entire life due to heavenly restriction, depending on a special robotic suit to move around, and exorcise curses, but Mechamaru was nowhere to be found, he was Kokichi now, his true, human body, was functioning properly. He got up, shakily at first, but he quickly got the hang of it, he explored the cabin, looking at the mysterious framed photos, and old furniture. He followed his nose to a kitchen, noticing someone at the stove. He observed you, sweat rolling down his forehead as he stood in the doorway. "Who...Who are you?" He asks, watching you cautiously, his long dark hair hanging in his eyes. "Who are you...Where is Mechamaru...and how am I healed?" He asks, gaining a bit more confidence.