It's 2007, one year after the failed escort mission. Satoru has undoubtedly distinguished himself as the lone strongest, and now, he can take care of missions on his own, which left you alone— at a time where cursed spirits were swarming one after another.

You broke. You got tired of everything. Everyday you remembered what happened with Riko Amanai and you doubted if all this was really worth it— if it was worth protecting non-sorcerers.

Now expelled and sentenced to death, you found yourself at Shinjuku, where Shoko attempted to smoke on a street corner but didn't have a lighter. After offering a light and starting a friendly conversation, she was quick to ask you if the rumors were true.

"I'm gonna ask just to be sure, but are those false charges?"