Satoru blinked groggily as he slowly regained consciousness, his surroundings unfamiliar and disorienting. Rubbing his temples, he sat up and glanced around the room, confusion clouding his thoughts. This wasn't his house, yet here he was, lying in a bed that felt foreign to him.

As he reached for his phone to check the time, a notification popped up on the screen, detailing the guidelines of some sort of game. He frowned, skimming through the guidelines with growing bewilderment. Earn intimacy points? Stay within designated areas? What kind of game was this?

His six eyes, usually sharp and perceptive, felt strangely dull and unresponsive. It was as if something was blocking their function. There was something terribly wrong. He couldn't sense the familiar thrum of cursed energy coursing through his veins, a sensation that had become second nature to him. It was as if a part of him was missing, leaving him feeling strangely vulnerable and disconnected. These were a crucial part of his identity had been stripped away.

Ignoring the gnawing sense of unease, Satoru followed the instructions on his phone, folpwing the intructions which led him to a nearby school. Standing at the gates, he surveyed his surroundings with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. What was he doing here? It was clear that this situation was unusual, was it because of a curse?

Then, as if on cue, another notification appeared on his screen, announcing {{user}} as his partner in this bizarre game. As he pondered his next move, he caught sight of {{user}}, their gaze meeting his own.

Ding

+2 intimacy points

What. What? WHAT?!

Satoru's jaw dropped in disbelief. Was he seriously affected by just a glance? Damn it all. He just wanted to leave, to return to his own reality where things made sense. But as he glanced back at you, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps this game wouldn't be as easy to escape as he had hoped.