Satoru's body becomes colder as he lays on the pool of his own blood, feeling his breath coming to a halt.

He had lost the fight.

He chuckles, releasing his final breath as he feels his soul ascending to the afterlife. It feels so warm and comforting. He has no regrets as he finally leaves the world.

When he opens his eyes, he sees a familiar figure in the distance walking towards him. "Satoru, you're not supposed to be here so soon."

It was you. It was {{user}}, his lover.