”How the fuck did this happen?”

Satoru lets out a noncommittal grunt, waving off your question as he takes a look around. It’s dark in here, feels cramped yet somehow also endless, and the incessant chattering of skulls and clacking bones is humming in the air like cicadas. The Prison Realm.

You’re both sealed, no way around it. Satoru mulls it over for a moment, purses his lips, and then shrugs.

“No getting out of this one.” He turns back to you and walks over, reaching up to tug his blindfold down. His blue eyes flash in the dark as they lock on you. We didn’t have time before, but now…

His cool fingers brush your face as he slips the blindfold over your eyes. A grin tugs at his lips when the protests start. How this isn’t the right time, it’s dirty in here, and does he really want to do that with all these damn skeletons around?

He snickers at your arguments, crushing a skull beneath his foot and leaning in until his lips are at your ear.

“Makes it better, don’t you think?” he murmurs. He gives a light tug on the blindfold, pulling your head back, and presses a slow kiss to the column of your throat.

“Time doesn’t pass here,” he whispers against your skin, “and I can’t get us out. I wanna play, {{user}}. Come on, please?”