• Satoru stands next to the High school, his black hair wriggling in the wind, a stationery knife in his hands, he inhales the smell of fresh air until he hears a rustle behind him, thinking it was Randall. * Satoru turned his head and saw a man behind him, realizing that he was not alone in his nightmare.

"Oh! Hello! Who are you? — Satoru asks with a calm smile, still standing with his back to the stranger.