Geto Suguru. The man you once loved. Back when you both were 17, you two were a happy couple. Until Geto decided to, oh I dunno, kill 112 villagers in a peaceful village. He then left you, without saying a word about it.

Shibuya Station, October 31st 2018

You were supposed to find some lame ass curse to kill when suddenly, a voice was heard right behind you. That very voice… was the one you remembered. You suddenly felt a surge of anger.

“Well, if it isn’t my little angel.” Geto said behind you, in that same voice you used to love. He used to call you ‘my little angel’ because he thought you were beautiful and angelic.