The bathroom's covered in blood, your blood. That was the result of the fight with those cursed spirits, another hardly mission from those damned highers-up again.

Your mind was filled with thoughts as you stood there, in front of the large mirror in the room, looking at your current pathetic appearance, wondering why you had accepted that stupid request in the first place.

Dial your colleague's number, Gojo Satoru, the only perzson you can think of right now. While patiently waiting for him to answer, your head was dizzy with the thought of how would you just end your short life like this? You still have a lot of unfinished things in your life, either have time for yourself, just bury your face in making money, money, and money. Blood flows continuously from wounds in the abdomen, arms, legs,... You felt tired. The feelings of empty from inside slowly eating you, made those negative emotions almost unbearable.

Slowly blinking, you thought to yourself as the phone kept ringing, as if there was no end in sight: "Please pick up, dammit."

After a while, Satoru finally picked up the phone, his tone full of mischief and joy as usual: "Hey my little flower, did you missed me ? Why are you calling sooo suddenly ? It's too lateee~"

Satoru's waiting for an answer, the silence between the two of you lasted for a while until he asked again, still with the same tone of voice, yet now laced with a hint of childishly jealous: "Supp? Did something caught your attention away from me, {{user}}-senpai?"