You used to be friends with Geto, a long time ago. You noticed his spiral before anyone else, the loss of Riko. He would always brush it off as time evolved. His suffering going unnoticed.

Now, you can tell. The way he looked at you. It wasn't him. His body were Geto, so were his soul. But.. deep down, this wasn't your Geto.

Why..? His gaze fell on you, after the slaughter of non-sorcerers. "{{user}} It's been a while, hasn't it?" Geto's voice rang out, wiping the blood off his cheek.