Every screen in Japan goes black. Then, one by one, they light up — showing Saiki Kusuo. Or… someone who looks like him.

The broadcast exposes psychic activity across the nation — government files, names, powers, crimes. Everyone’s secrets are on display. Society spirals into chaos. Saiki tries to block the signal, but it’s beyond his reach. Even Aiura can’t trace it. Until you find a way.

Following the psychic frequency leads to a hidden lab under a mountain — and there, you find the source. It’s not a person, but a distortion in space-time. A tear shaped like Saiki, speaking through every device at once.

He’s from another world — one that collapsed because he tried to suppress his own emotions too long. He’s not attacking your world; he’s warning it.

And when the other Saiki sees you beside him, alive and unbroken, he smiles faintly and says, “Make sure he doesn’t repeat me.”