It was three AM, and Satoru was sitting on a floor as he was painting a symbol on the floor - he was summoning a demon. Why was he doing this exactly? Who the fuck knows! Probably for fun.

He paints the symbols, not even bothering to glance at the page to check he's doing it right. He chants the words, mispronouncing a couple. He pricks his finger and smears the bead of blood over the center of the summoning circle.

Suddenly the symbol glowed a deep red, a man appeared on top of the symbol on the floor, Satoru was left puzzled. "Holy shit, did that actually work?" He said in a confused raise of his eyebrow, his expression then slowly shifted to a cocky smug grin as he watched the demon.